The Orcas kept leaping across the surface, bursting out from beneath the water before quickly plunging back into the sea.
Watching them, Lu Ao was inexplicably reminded of skipping stones.
The way the Orcas sprang from the water and fell back down truly resembled skipping stones—fast and graceful.
Even doing nothing but watching the Orcas leap was enough to put anyone in a wonderful mood.
Lu Ao was about to head back, so Song Zhou did not come over.
That night, Lu Ao slept alone.
He had always carried a satellite phone in his luggage, but unfortunately had never needed it. It was only that night that he used it to chat sweetly with Song Zhou for a while.
Before six the next morning, their research vessel had sailed into the harbor and quietly waited for the people aboard to wake up.
Lu Ao and the others had packed their luggage the night before. After breakfast on the ship, they said goodbye to the crew and expedition members, then hurried straight to the airport.
The flight took a long time. By the time Lu Ao set foot on Chinese soil, it was already three in the morning in China.
A considerable number of the production crew's contracts had ended, including Lu Ao's.
He was no longer part of the production crew, and they would no longer arrange accommodations for him. He had to sort out his own hotel.
Lin Qiyan and the others still had a short segment to film and needed to stay with the production crew.
Seeing Lu Ao being left behind, Lin Qiyan was somewhat worried. "It's so late. Why don't you come with us? It'll be safer."
"No need, I'll call a cab." Lu Ao gave him a light push. "Go do your thing. Song Zhou