On the deserted island, inside a cave.
Due to the prolonged wait for rescue, Chu Feifei's mood had shifted from initial hope to disappointment, and now to despair. She had subconsciously accepted her fate, and surprisingly, after four days, she had gradually adapted to life here.
The only thing that reminded her not to forget her true self was her hatred for Chu Yan, and her longing for her father.
"I wonder how that scumbag Chu Yan is doing, whether he successfully took over my father's position, and if Uncle Zhuge and the others have held a funeral for my father." Sitting at the cave entrance with her knees hugged to her chest, Chu Feifei gazed at the rising sun and couldn't help but mumble to herself.
Then, her eyes reddened: "Just thinking about not being able to attend my father's funeral makes me so sad..."
