Little Bao, Charge!

The next afternoon, Yimo and Shi Xinglan successfully arrived at Jasmine Island.

Jasmine Island wasn't very large. It was one of the many islands in the Northern Islands Archipelago, located near its edge.

As soon as they set foot on the island, the first thing they saw was soft sea sand, strewn with all kinds of huge seashells rarely found in public tourist areas. Every so often, a little crab scuttled sideways past them.

Rows of coconut palms stretched across the island, while seabirds circled overhead.

The weather was fair, and the scenery was beautiful.

A small yacht and a speedboat were moored by the shore. A few hundred meters inland stood three wooden huts.

The sailors carried Shi Xinglan's luggage to the outside of the wooden hut. They didn't stay on Molly Island, but left soon afterward.

Shi Xinglan shoved Little Yellow No. 1 into Yimo's arms, then got straight out of her wheelchair, took off her shoes, and ran to play in the shallows.

Shi Xinglan: "The Northern Islands Archipelago, a paradise for tropical critters!"

"I'm here!"

Oh, so that was it.

With a dead-fish stare, Yimo watched Shi Xinglan in the shallows, staring at little fish in the sea. He finally understood why she'd been so eager to come to the Northern Islands Archipelago!

Yimo didn't bother with her and instead headed toward the wooden huts.

There were three wooden huts. Since they stood on sand, they had all been raised a little to keep them some distance from the ground, and you had to climb a few steps to get inside.

Beneath the hut's railing was a row of square wooden planters. They held all kinds of bright, beautiful flowers and a few potted green plants, all uncommon varieties rarely seen on the market.

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