The rain was getting heavier.
Finally, it drenched her completely.
The surroundings dimmed, and the warm yellow fairy lights around the tent seemed unable to resist the gloomy weather, emitting a weak, dim glow.
The steak delivered early had already gone cold, and the cake was sitting on the small table, with the edges of the cream starting to melt.
Messy, it looked like a joke.
Daisy Ginger lifted her face from her knees, her entire body soaked as she entered the tent, took out a car key from inside, and turned to walk toward the car parked by the shore.
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When Edward Stephens's car arrived at Goldsand Beach, it was already 12:30.
In front of the car lights, a dark tent was set up by the coast. He opened the car door, got out in the rain, and walked toward the tent.
