Mingyue turned around and saw Kurosawa's caring and tender eyes. She wanted to respond with a smile, but found that the corners of her mouth were a little stiff.
She just cast a grateful look, then turned her head and continued to look at the rolling sea.
A pair of bright eyes full of sadness
Kurosawa came to Mingyue and stared into those eyes full of sadness. An unknown light flashed in the deep eyes.
"Go back, you have been standing here for a long time"
Mingyue's deep voice was alluring and magnetic. Listening to these caring and tender words, Mingyue's cold heart felt a little warm.
I sighed softly in my heart, followed Kurosawa and turned around to leave the coast.
When she walked to the car, Mingyue turned around and glanced at the seaside. At some point, a crude-looking fishing boat sailed out of the sea next to it and was slowly heading towards the sea on the other side.
"What are you looking at?"
Kurosawa opened the car door and saw Mingyue standing there looking towards the sea. He couldn't help but ask, and then followed her gaze.
"Oh, it's nothing. Let's go back. It's so cold."
Mingyue looked back at Kurosawa and said with a forced smile, then got into the car and sat in the passenger seat.
Kurosawa then got into the car, closed the door, started the car and drove quickly towards the villa.
On the fishing boat, a fisherman wearing a rain hat and a cloak saw the car leaving the shore and immediately walked into the simple cabin and stopped the motor.
Then I carefully opened the deck below the cabin, and there was a person sleeping inside.
The fisherman jumped into the mezzanine below and came to the side of the lying man. He bent down and carefully examined the man's condition. A tattered oilcloth covered the man's body, with a few small pieces of oil stained on the edge of the oilcloth.
Stains, dark red in color, look like blood stains
The whole face was covered with hair. The fisherman reached out to the man's nose to test whether he was still breathing.
He jumped up again and covered the formwork boards above, leaving only a gap for breathing, and then started the fishing boat and sailed away along the seashore.
In a star hotel in Ginza, Tokyo
Mingyue wore a pure white evening dress, with a simple cut that set off her perfect and petite figure.
That dress was specially made for today by Kurosawa, who had a famous Italian designer design it according to Ming Yue's measurements, and then flew it back by air as soon as possible.
Today is Mingyue's birthday, this is what Kurosawa told her
Ozawa also wore an elegant aristocratic black dress. Several people were sitting at the VIP table, and Kurosawa, who was cold and charming, looked like a very happy family of three.
After sitting down, Mingyue took advantage of the break to order food and looked at the bright night view outside. The height of this hotel allowed her to see the entire luxurious and charming Ginza building complex.
Looking at the night scene with lights outside, Mingyue didn't seem to have much feeling about the elegant restaurant environment in front of her.
She was thinking about whether she was always alone when celebrating birthdays in the past.
And it is even less possible to have such a beautiful scene to set it off.
The neatly dressed and elegant waiters came over one after another carrying exquisite dinners. Mingyue turned around and looked at the exquisite food they placed on the table in front of them. The dark red tablecloth set off the white disk, and the crystal goblet was filled with wine.