Wave after wave broke against the shore. A vast island sat in the indigo sea, and the azure horizon seemed to merge with the water.
Sea breezes swept across the island as gulls wove between coconut palms. The salty, damp air carried the fragrance of bougainvillea, blending seamlessly with the sweet scent of gardenias.
The white sand in the shallows was fine and soft, with beautiful shells of all sizes nestled beneath it, waiting for someone to dig them out.
Farther along the path, towering coconut palms and stretches of banyan trees formed a natural sanctuary for the birds living on the island.
Beneath the trees lay a broad, spacious clearing, with fine gravel scattered across the ground. Flowers of every color filled the soil on either side, striving to show off their beauty beneath the thick tree trunks.
A long red carpet, roughly ten meters in length, covered the path through the middle. About five meters ahead, several tables and chairs stood on either side, with flower baskets, tissues, and other items arranged on the tables.
Camera stands stood behind the tables and chairs. The cameras mounted on them were on standby, their lenses aimed at the carefully constructed square platform ahead of the red carpet.
The island's natural scenery served as the backdrop. White metal frames stood on either side, with two spotlights suspended overhead, their beams focused on the center of the platform. Sheer drapes hung above, flowering vines wound around the frames, and flower stands were staggered along both sides of the platform, where red roses outshone all the other blooms.
Mo Qingguo approached with his hands behind his back. "Gensheng, my old friend, I never thought we'd meet again like this."
Mu Gensheng rolled his eyes dramatically. "I didn't want to see you at all.