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

Jiang Ye was thrown into the air and then crashed heavily into the icy cold seawater.

The raging waves instantly engulfed him.

Jiang Ye struggled desperately in the water, trying to surface.

However, the waves kept crashing in, giving him no chance to catch his breath.

He choked on several mouthfuls of salty, bitter seawater, feeling like his lungs were about to explode.

On the brink of life and death, Jiang Ye's mind was filled with images of Han Qingru.

Her gentle smile, her angry expression, the way she held him tightly during the typhoon night.

"I can't die..."

"I absolutely cannot die here!"

"I haven't found my older sister yet, and I haven't told her in person how much I love her!"

Jiang Ye screamed wildly in his heart.

With unwavering willpower, he clung tightly to a plank that had fallen from the small boat amidst the raging storm.

He clung to the plank, floating in the icy sea, letting the waves push him toward the unknown distance.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Jiang Ye's consciousness began to blur, and his body gradually lost sensation.

Finally, he completely lost consciousness.

……

When Jiang Ye opened his eyes again.

He found himself lying on a simple wooden bed.

He was covered with a rough blanket, and his wounds, which had turned white from being soaked in seawater, had been carefully bandaged and coated with some unknown herbs.

The room was filled with a faint smell of herbs and the sea.

Jiang Ye struggled to sit up, but found that his whole body ached and he couldn't even lift a finger.

"You're awake?"

An old voice rang out in the room.

Jiang Ye turned his head and saw an old local fisherman with dark skin and a wrinkled face walking in, carrying a steaming bowl of fish soup.

The old man explained what had happened to Jiang Ye in broken English mixed with the local language.

It turned out that the old man had found Jiang Ye unconscious on the beach while he was out fishing and rescued him.

"Thank you... thank you for saving me."

Jiang Ye was moved to tears and thanked the old man in English.

The old man smiled, placed the fish soup on the bedside table, and gestured for Jiang Ye to drink it while it was hot.

Jiang Ye picked up the fish soup and took a sip.

The warm soup flowed down his throat and into his stomach, making him feel like he had regained some strength.

During the conversation, Jiang Ye inadvertently mentioned to the old man that he was looking for a Chinese woman named Han Qingru.

He took out the photo, which was already somewhat blurry from being soaked in seawater, and handed it to the old man.

The old man took the photo and looked at it carefully.

Suddenly, the old man's expression changed slightly, as if he had remembered something.

"This woman..."

The old man pointed to the photo and spoke in broken English.

"On the other side of the island lives a mysterious Chinese woman."

"She lives a secluded life and rarely interacts with others. She usually grows her own vegetables and paints, and occasionally goes to the market to buy some daily necessities."

Upon hearing this news, Jiang Ye's heart pounded!

"Thump! Thump!"

He had a strong intuition that the woman must be Han Qingru!

Jiang Ye could no longer contain his excitement.

He declined the old man's offer to stay a few more days and, enduring the excruciating pain, struggled to get up from the wooden bed.

He put on the tattered clothes and eagerly headed towards the other side of the island.

……

The island is not large, but its terrain is very rugged.

Jiang Ye, still recovering from his illness, stumbled through a dense coconut grove.

Sweat soaked through his clothes, and his wounds throbbed with pain, but he paid no heed to any of that.

He had only one thought in his mind: find her!

Finally, after passing through the coconut grove, the view suddenly opened up.

Jiang Ye slowed his pace, his heart pounding like a drum.

On the edge of the cliff, a delicate wooden house stands quietly.

The wooden cabins are rustic and cozy, surrounded by all sorts of unidentified wildflowers. A winding stone path leads to the sea, with the azure ocean and rolling clouds in the distance.

The style of this wooden house and the surrounding scenery are exactly the same as the "Cloud Wilderness Realm" that he once described to Han Qingru!

Jiang Ye's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

He walked step by step to the front of the wooden house.

Through the half-open window, he saw the figure that haunted his dreams.

Han Qingru was wearing an elegant white dress and was standing in front of an easel with her back to the window, intently painting something.

The sea breeze blew through her long hair, and the scene was as beautiful as an oil painting.

Jiang Ye stood outside the window, looking at that familiar figure, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.

He gently pushed open the wooden door and went inside.

The wooden door creaked softly.

Han Qingru abruptly stopped painting.

She seemed to sense something, and her body stiffened slightly.

"Big sister..."

Jiang Ye's voice was hoarse and trembling, filled with endless longing and grievance.

Hearing that familiar voice, so ingrained in my very bones.

The paintbrush in Han Qingru's hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

She slowly turned around.

When she saw Jiang Ye standing at the door, covered in wounds and looking disheveled.

Han Qingru's eyes were filled with disbelief, shock, and ecstasy.

She covered her mouth, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes.

The two stood a few steps apart, gazing silently at each other.

It was as if time had completely stopped at that moment.

. . .

"Ono... what are you doing here?"

Han Qingru's voice trembled violently, and tears streamed down her face like beads from a broken string.

She could hardly believe her eyes.

The man who once held sway in Hanju and controlled billions of dollars in capital was now standing in front of this isolated, deserted wooden cabin, covered in wounds and looking utterly disheveled.

Jiang Ye remained silent.

He strode forward and pulled Han Qingru into a tight embrace.

He held her tightly, his arms clamping down like iron clamps, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones, afraid that if he loosened his grip, she would disappear again.

"I've come to find you."

Jiang Ye buried his head deeply in Han Qingru's neck, greedily inhaling the familiar, reassuring scent of her woody perfume.

"I'll take you home."

Jiang Ye's voice was terribly hoarse, filled with deep weariness and endless longing.

"Big sister, I was wrong."

"I shouldn't have let you leave alone, I shouldn't have let you suffer those grievances alone."

Jiang Ye closed his eyes, feeling the real body temperature of the woman in his arms, and his eyes couldn't help but redden.

"I finally understand that the Cloud Wilderness I want is neither a huge commercial empire nor a beautiful paradise."

"Wherever you are, that is my Cloud Wilderness Realm."

What's the point of winning the whole world if I don't have you?

Listening to Jiang Ye's unreserved and deeply affectionate confession.

Han Qingru burst into tears.

She hugged Jiang Ye tightly, her hands gripping his tattered clothes tightly from behind.

For some time now, she has been hiding alone on this deserted island, staring blankly at the sea every day, her longing and pain gnawing at her like venomous snakes.

She thought she could be magnanimous enough to let Jiang Ye and Xia Yu be together, and that time could heal all wounds.

However, when Jiang Ye truly appeared before her, and when she heard his words...