The sea breeze in the morning of Light Island was gentle.
The morning light made the surface of the sea shine brightly like small bits of gold was sprinkled on it, sparkling and beautiful.
Mu Sihan and the rest had gotten up early and came to the beach. Bo Yan and Yan Hua were holding Little Apple's tiny hands and walking in front, with Xiaojie picking up shells behind them, while Mu Sihan walked right behind.
There were not many tourists at the beach. They were in twos and threes, and some of the girls, aged eighteen or nineteen, were playing nearby.
When several girls saw Mu Sihan, who was wearing white leisure attire and walking alone, they stared fixedly at him.
"Wow, so handsome!"
"Is he a star? I don't know which country he's from, but oh my god, his looks and figure is also outstanding among stars!"
"I want to take a picture with him and get his autograph!"
