Chu Mei stared blankly at her youngest son's resentful gaze, feeling a sense of bewilderment.

It wasn't until Zhou Jiuzhen threw the letter in Chu Mei's face that she belatedly realized what had happened.

"Are you happy now? Your choice of either one killed my brother, killed him, and now I have no brother anymore!"

After Zhou Jiuzhen finished shouting his last words, he could no longer hold back and covered his face, tears streaming down his face. He slid down the wall and sat on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

Seeing his youngest son giving his wife the cold shoulder, Zhao Tingguo's anger surged.

I don't understand why Zhou Shuyao's mental breakdown is none of their business.

They've already done more than enough by helping to find a kidney.

Seeing Zhou Jiuzhen break down in tears, he could only suppress his anger, pick up the suicide note from the ground, push up his reading glasses, and read it carefully.

Chu Mei also came over to look at the contents of the letter.

By the end, only shock remained in their eyes.

Chu Mei's face turned completely pale. Without thinking, she turned and ran, catching a minibus to the pier, wishing she could fly to Wantan Island immediately.

*

In spring, Wantan Island is bathed in sunlight, and the salty sea breeze whips up golden waves that crash against the rocks, with the air filled with the salty scent of the sea.

The coarse sand in the drying yard gleamed under the spring sun, and dozens of grass-green helicopters were parked steadily there, their propellers' metal casings reflecting light so brightly it was hard to open one's eyes.

After a broadcast.

The villagers, clutching bamboo baskets and carrying tobacco pouches, crowded around the edge of the threshing ground, their eyes fixed on the row of pilots next to the airplane.

His blue military uniform was pressed crisply, and his epaulets shone brightly in the sunlight. His young face, brushed by the sea breeze, exuded a sharp and capable air.

Suddenly the engine roared to life, and the wind whipped up by the propellers lifted the blue headscarves of the women. A gasp of surprise erupted from the crowd, but it was quickly drowned out by excited chatter.

The village chief, holding a tin megaphone, shouted louder than the waves, "Ladies and gentlemen! This island just experienced a storm surge last year, which ripped the foundations off the houses! The authorities have found us new places to live. The first fifty people who are willing to move will have their belongings delivered by plane by our pilot!"

Su Haiting, who was beside him, was busy handing out relocation consent forms, but the villagers' eyes were still fixed on the helicopter that was slowly taking off.

"I'll give it a try!"

The girl, whose waist was just barely big enough to reach an adult's waist, was the first to raise her hand.

Everyone burst into laughter at the sight of the child's innocent and adorable appearance.

Aunt Liu covered Daya's mouth and led the smiling triplets as the pilot helped them climb into the cabin. She was so excited that she even lost her slippers.

The plane circled overhead over the drying field, and the triplets, clinging to the window, shouted down, "Wow... ten times faster than rowing!"

After landing, the triplets were overjoyed and wanted to fly again.

Su Haiting smiled at the opportune moment, then suddenly remembered that she had lost two front teeth. She pursed her lips and handed the relocation agreement to Aunt Liu, excitedly saying in a lisp, "Auntie, congratulations on becoming the first person to relocate! As long as you sign the agreement, our Captain Song will escort you all the way to the Great Northwest!"

Aunt Liu wiped her face, listening to the persuasive voices around her. Instead of accepting the relocation notice, she pulled her neighbor, Aunt Gao, aside and said, "This iron bird is powerful, but our fishing nets are still hanging on the rocks. Who knows, we might catch fish at sea next year, and then we'll be able to use the nets."

"Yes, my son said he's going to catch me a few wild bass next year to help me get better..."

Aunt Liu completely ignored Su Haiting, and after having her fun on the plane, she walked away to the back of the crowd, chatting and laughing. This made Su Haiting so angry that her face turned red and her anger gushed out from her two sparse teeth.

Other villagers also mustered their courage and gathered around. Aunt Gao was also eager to try, touching the hem of her clothes and asking Song Panmei, the most outstanding person in the crowd, with a smile, "Young man, can you see the white clouds in the sky from up here?"

Song Panmei curled her lips and was about to answer when Su Haiting preemptively coaxed her, "As long as you sign this consent form, you can take the plane!"

Grandma Gao glanced at her up and down and shook her head repeatedly, "The child's father's grave is still in the Binhai Cemetery. If we move it, who will sweep his grave?"

One plane after another took off and landed on the drying ground, and villagers lined up to test drive them, but no one took the piece of paper with the word "relocation" printed on it.

The setting sun cast long shadows of the planes. The staff who came to the island to carry out the relocation task looked at the villagers clutching fishing nets and leaning on bamboo stools, and listened to their stories. Suddenly, they understood.

The wind, waves, and reefs of this island have long been ingrained in their bones; no matter how fast the iron bird, it cannot take away the roots in their hearts.

Moreover, their deceased relatives are still on the island.

Su Haiting looked at the undistributed consent forms in her hand, feeling visibly annoyed.

She nudged Zhao Jingxiang, who had been silent the whole time, with her elbow and said with dissatisfaction, "Why aren't you saying anything? We were sent by the higher-ups to complete a mission. Why are these country bumpkins so stubborn? Aren't you going to think of a solution right away? Otherwise, we'll be stuck on this little island forever."

Zhao Jingxiang's mind was filled with Song Yaoyao's threatening words, and he didn't hear a word Su Haiting said.

He was currently torn between his own thoughts and his own, and in fact, Song Yaoyao's mockery was not wrong.

He pushed Song Yaoyao to turn herself in, but he himself didn't dare to go to the police station to turn himself in.

Because it was he who wiped away all of Song Yaoyao's fingerprints at Niu Guanfu's house and helped her remove all the evidence of her crimes.

That night, he inexplicably followed Ling Huanwu to the widower's house.

He wanted to persuade Ling Huanwu to get a divorce, but he couldn't figure out why he wanted to persuade her to get a divorce.

As he watched Ling Huanwu leave Niu Guanfu's house, he noticed Song Yaoyao sneaking out of the house.

Song Yaoyao had just killed someone when she bumped into him at the door, and the knife slipped from her hand.

Terrified, she knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly to him, saying that the widower had bullied her and that's why he had done this to her.

She begged him not to report her to the police, saying that if she were arrested, Zhou Shuyao would definitely divorce her.

At that moment, an idea popped into his mind.

As long as Ling Huanwu goes to jail, Zhou Jiuzhen, as the battalion commander, will have no choice but to divorce her.

Then his younger brother, who had been adored since childhood, will forever lose his beloved.

So he helped Song Yaoyao clean up the crime scene, leaving no clues for the police officers.

Even if they could find forensic technicians, they would be completely unable to find any clues from the deceased's clothes and household items to prove Ling Huanwu's innocence.

He regretted his impulsive act, realizing that he had become an accomplice to the villain in his attempt to break up the couple.

A long time ago, he thought that he was trying to sabotage Zhou Jiuzhen and Ling Huanwu's relationship because he liked Ling Huanwu.

Now it seems that, from childhood to adulthood, he only took everything that Zhou Jiuzhen liked because Zhou Jiuzhen liked it.

Actually, he's the real scoundrel who committed the most heinous crimes.

He overheard several villagers whispering their concerns for Ling Huanwu, took a deep breath, and finally turned and walked towards the police station.