"Where's Dragon? He was on the ship just now."
The Revolutionary Army fleet had only recently left the Holy Land when Ivankov discovered, to his astonishment, that Dragon was gone. He searched the ship from bow to stern, but no one had seen him. Frowning, Ivankov scratched his unruly hair, utterly baffled. A while later, Sabo came over, and Ivankov hurriedly asked, "Sabo, have you seen Dragon?"
"Huh?" Sabo seemed lost in thought. When Ivankov repeated the question impatiently, he quickly answered, "Mr. Dragon left. He said he was going home for a visit!"
"Home?" Ivankov cupped his chin, looking puzzled.
Sabo explained with a smile, "Mr. Garp is badly hurt. Of course Mr. Dragon would want to check on him. Besides, he's the one who injured Garp."
Ivankov nodded and muttered, "Honestly, those two. I can't understand them. Neither would give an inch, and they fought so fiercely they nearly killed each other."
Ye Chen stood with Princess Vivi on the deck, catching up on everything that had happened while they were apart. Her eyes glistened as she gazed at him without blinking, as though missing even a moment of him would be unforgivable. Those lovely eyes brimmed with deep affection and sweet happiness.
If there hadn't been other people around, Princess Vivi would have flown straight into Ye Chen's arms.
Seeing the affection in her eyes, Ye Chen smiled. She kept edging closer, twisting the hem of her dress between her fingers while trying her hardest to restrain herself. He boldly pressed against her from behind, leaving almost no space between them. Princess Vivi blushed and trembled. She gave him a token push, but there was no strength in her arm. Her heart was full of sweetness and conflict: she feared someone would see them, yet she wished