After the divorce, he went on a motorcycle trip, and his ex-wife and daughter were filled with regre

Jiang Ye had been riding his black BMW GS for over half a month on the winding roads.

For the past two weeks, he hasn't been rushing around like before, nor has he deliberately pursued any speed or passion.

He was like a true wanderer, traveling and stopping as he pleased.

When you come across a scenic spot, stop for a smoke and relax; when you come across an interesting village or town, take a stroll around and try the local delicacies.

This slow-paced cycling brought Jiang Ye an unprecedented sense of peace.

All the backstabbing and scheming in the Hanzhou business world, all the calculations about hundreds of billions of dollars, seemed to have been blown away by the howling wind.

He stopped thinking about Xia Yu's ambitions and Shen Qinghan's regrets.

All that remained in his mind was the anonymous letter from Southeast Asia and the familiar handwriting on it.

"Big sister, where are you?"

Jiang Ye silently muttered to himself.

During the day, Jiang Ye felt fulfilled and free while on the road.

But every time night falls, he parks his motorcycle in those unfamiliar hotels or motels and lies alone on the empty bed.

That deep-seated loneliness would surge up like a tide, completely overwhelming him.

Without Han Qingru by his side, even the most luxurious hotel is just a cold room.

That night, Jiang Ye checked into a budget hotel in a small border town.

My phone rang right after I finished showering.

It was a video call from Shen Qinghan.

Jiang Ye hesitated for a moment, but still pressed the answer button.

On the screen appeared Shen Xinyu's exquisitely beautiful face.

"Dad! When are you coming back? Xinyu misses you so much!"

The little girl called out to the screen in her sweet, childish voice, her big eyes full of anticipation.

Looking at his daughter's adorable appearance, Jiang Ye couldn't help but smile gently.

"Dad's out running some errands, he'll be back in a while. Has Xinyu been behaving well at home? Has she been listening to Mom?"

"Xinyu is a very good girl! Mom makes me delicious cakes every day!"

As Shen Xinyu spoke, she turned the camera to the side.

Shen Qinghan appeared on the screen.

She was wearing simple loungewear, her hair casually pulled back, and she wasn't wearing makeup. She looked a little tired, but her eyes were calm.

"Jiang Ye, are you... are you alright out there?"

Shen Qinghan looked at the unshaven, weathered man on the screen, her voice trembling slightly, her eyes revealing undisguised worry.

"I'm fine," Jiang Ye replied calmly.

"Be careful out there all by yourself, and eat on time," Shen Qinghan instructed, her tone carrying a hint of humble flattery.

"Okay, I understand."

Jiang Ye sighed inwardly as he looked at Shen Qinghan's cautious demeanor.

Although he no longer loved this woman, seeing her now so obedient and devoted to taking care of their daughter, the resentment in his heart had long since vanished.

"I bought some local specialties here, I'll send them back to you tomorrow," Jiang Ye said casually.

"Thank you, Dad!" Shen Xinyu cheered happily.

Shen Qinghan's eyes also reddened, and she nodded repeatedly, "Thank you, Jiang Ye."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Ye leaned against the headboard, looking at the ceiling, and felt a long-lost sense of comfort.

At least, her daughter is doing well now, and Shen Qinghan is finally acting like a normal mother again.

This put his mind at ease.

The next morning, Jiang Ye went to the town's post office and mailed the local specialties he had bought back to Hanzhou.

Then, he hopped on his motorcycle and continued riding south.

……

A few days later, Jiang Ye finally crossed the border and arrived in Southeast Asia.

The climate here is hot and humid, and the air is filled with a strong aroma of spices.

Based on the postmark clues on Han Qingru's envelope, Jiang Ye began searching for her on various remote islands.

He carried Han Qingru's photo and asked about her to everyone he met.

"Excuse me, have you seen this woman before?"

"Excuse me, have you seen this woman?"

Jiang Ye asked the roadside vendors, hotel owners, and fishermen at the dock in English, and even some broken local language.

However, Southeast Asia is dotted with islands, with tens of thousands of islands scattered across the vast ocean.

Finding someone in such a place is like finding a needle in a haystack.

Jiang Ye experienced countless hopes and disappointments.

Sometimes, someone would say they thought they had seen the woman in the photo, and Jiang Ye would run over with high hopes, only to find that she was just a tourist who looked somewhat similar.

Sometimes, he would even go to deserted islands without names and ask from house to house.

However, he never gave up.

He believed that as long as he persisted in his search, he would eventually find her.

That afternoon, Jiang Ye arrived at a bustling market.

The market was bustling with people, and the sounds of various vendors hawking their wares and bargaining mingled together, creating a very noisy atmosphere.

Jiang Ye, holding the photo, weaved through the crowd, asking questions at each and every shop.

Just as he walked up to a fruit stall, preparing to ask the owner for directions...

A woman wearing large sunglasses and a white bohemian dress brushed past him.

The woman walked quickly, and she exuded a faint, familiar woody fragrance.

Jiang Ye's body stiffened abruptly.

My heart skipped a beat for a moment!

That intense, indescribable feeling of palpitation instantly spread throughout my body!

"Big sister?!"

Jiang Ye suddenly turned around and shouted.

However, there were just too many people in the market.

The woman in the white dress had disappeared into the bustling crowd and could no longer be found.

Jiang Ye went crazy, searching everywhere in the market, asking everyone he met if they had seen a woman in a white dress.

But no one could give him an answer.

Jiang Ye stood dejectedly in the center of the market, looking at the unfamiliar faces coming and going, his heart filled with loss and despair.

Was I really hallucinating?

……

Jiang Ye did not give up.

Based on some fragmented clues he gathered at the market, he rented a dilapidated motorboat and prepared to head to a more remote island to search.

That island is said to be rarely visited by outsiders, and only has a few dozen indigenous families.

Jiang Ye piloted his small boat, sailing on the vast ocean.

At first, the sea was calm and the sun was shining brightly.

However, the weather in Southeast Asia is like a child's face, changing in an instant.

Around 3 p.m., the previously clear sky suddenly became overcast with dark clouds and a strong wind picked up.

The waves on the sea grew larger and larger, and the once calm seawater instantly turned into a roaring beast.

"Boom—!"

A deafening clap of thunder boomed overhead, and torrential rain poured down.

Jiang Ye's small boat was violently rocked by the raging wind and waves, as if it would be torn to pieces at any moment.

"Damn it!"

Jiang Ye gripped the steering wheel tightly, desperately trying to control the boat.

However, in the face of such destructive power as nature, human strength appears so insignificant.

A giant wave, over ten meters high, crashed down on the small boat like a black wall of water!

"Bang!"

The small boat capsized instantly!