In 2030, it was the height of summer in May.
On a tourist island in the Maldives, a middle-aged couple strolled leisurely along the shore with their two rather tall children.
As a romantic travel destination and a top choice for newlyweds on their honeymoon, the Maldives' scenery was naturally beyond reproach.
The coastline at the onset of dusk was bathed in a shattered amber glow. The salty wind swept through the lush palm fronds with a soft rustle, while shell fragments washed ashore by the waves lay scattered along the beach, casually embellishing the unique scenery of this coastal nation.
Yet in a country that was packed with tourists no matter the era, there was practically not a single visitor to be seen these days.
Other than this couple, there were no tourists anywhere around the island. Instead, quite a few bodyguards in suits were inspecting the surroundings to ensure its safety.
On the golden beach, the woman walking ahead was exceptionally beautiful.
Even though she was already over thirty, there was no trace of age on her exquisite face. Instead, she had a youthful air mingled with mature charm. Carrying a little red bucket and bending over to collect shells with her daughter, every smile and frown radiated a young girl's innocence and romance. Her bare white feet stepped across the soft sand, leaving behind one lively footprint after another. No one would have guessed she was a mother of two.
The man walking behind with his son looked lazy and relaxed.
Once he grew bored of walking, he took his son to rest in the shade beneath a palm tree, comfortably watching the mother and daughter laugh and gather shells by the sea.
The little boy beside him had kept his attention fixed on his phone the