Disconnected Space-Time

Lin Yi suddenly felt a sense of depression in his chest, making it hard to breathe. He picked up the photo, wiped off the dust, and then left the island with it.

When Lin Yi returned, it was already past ten in the evening.

Ning Che and the others hadn't come back yet.

Lin Yi sat alone in the room, staring at the photo for a long while before finally falling into a deep sleep.

The next morning, around seven, Lin Yi was woken up by a call from Song Jinmin.

"Pack your things and head to the airport. Everything's ready. The flight is at 10:30, don't be late."

"We have a private jet, no rush."

"Flying private is a hassle. Emirates is more convenient," Song Jinmin said.

"Otherwise, you might get robbed right after landing. No one knows even the plane can make it back."

"That intense?"

"Of course. Somal is a haven for criminals. Imagine a place with no legal constraints—how thrilling would that be?"