Anyi? That Anyi? The heiress of An International, the girl who got swept away by the mysterious tornado on a cruise ship, the one who disappeared without a trace over the vast sea. Had she been transported here as well? She vividly remembered how she nearly got sucked into that catastrophic vortex; however, her elder cousin and brother were there by her side, their swift and nimble actions saving her at the last moment. That tornado had left as swiftly as it had appeared and vanished into the horizon before many had a chance to react.
"She's inside the room. Go on in. She's been waiting for you for a long time."
With a mix of anticipation and trepidation, Xiao'er pushed open the door and stepped inside.
There on the pear blossom wooden bed lay a woman, the same familiar brows, the same familiar face. It was Anyi, the grown-up Anyi!