Since the storm had hit that morning, he had been preoccupied and out of sorts, either sitting idly on a chair or staring out the window.
Bai Lu finally noticed something was off and brought him some fruit that had been saved before the storm.
"Brother Jiang Cheng, what's wrong? You don't look well."
Jiang Cheng glanced outside, then back at Bai Lu, and shook his head with a smile, "Sister Bai Lu, I'm alright. I'm just worried about the others in such a severe storm—could they be in danger?"
Jiang Yan scoffed, "Oh? You care about others now?"
Jiang Cheng frowned, "After all, when I first arrived on this island, Sister Xiao Wan took good care of me. I remember they headed to the lake before we landed, and with the winds so strong over the lake now, she must be..."
