Charlotte Green and Kevin Cliff looked up into the sky at the thundering helicopter, which came lower and lower until it landed on the open, flat grassland.
Wester Welson stepped out of the helicopter, and Kevin Cliff, seeing that it was Wester, slightly furrowed his brow, his expression turning somewhat grave.
"Has something happened?" Charlotte also frowned with concern.
They had finally managed to get here, and everything, including the food supplies, was planned for a month's stay—yet here was a helicopter landing unexpectedly before even twenty days had passed, with Wester arriving, she instinctively felt that something was wrong.
In the past half a month, their days had been like stolen moments of fleeting leisure, the couple's life sweet and casual.
His wilderness survival skills were strong; he would take her fishing, shell collecting, and to build the sandcastle she had never managed to complete before.
