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Night completely swallowed the South Pacific skyline.

The temperature on the deserted island dropped rapidly as the sun set, and the sea breeze brought a slight chill.

Lin Yan lit a campfire in a sheltered spot on the beach.

The orange flames greedily licked the dry coconut branches, crackling and sputtering, casting long shadows of the two people on the white sand.

Without the light pollution of city neon lights, the night sky here is so clean it's almost unreal. Looking up, a dazzling Milky Way stretches across the sky, and the countless stars seem almost within reach.

Lin Yan tore half a moisture-proof mat off the yacht wreckage, casually spread it on the soft white sand, and then lay down sprawled out without any regard for appearances.

He put his hands behind his head, crossed his legs, and casually dangled a clean blade of grass in his mouth.

Shen Qingqiu followed his example and lay down next to him.

A few days ago, this female CEO, worth 700 billion, would never have done something like "lying down on a deserted beach." But now, her short-sleeved shirt was covered in charcoal ash, and instead of feeling uncomfortable, she felt a long-lost sense of relaxation, as if she had let go of all her burdens.

"Lin Yan," Shen Qingqiu said softly, turning her head to look at the man's profile so close to hers. "I suddenly feel that it would be nice to just drift on the sea with you like this."

"What, you really don't want to go back to being your empress?" Lin Yan spat out the grass stem, turned his face to meet her gaze, and a casual smile appeared on his lips.

"I'm quitting." Shen Qingqiu looked up at the Milky Way above, his voice slightly light. "In that position, every day when I opened my eyes, I was dealing with the livelihoods of hundreds or thousands of people, endless reports, endless meetings, and all sorts of backstabbing and infighting."

"Actually, I don't like those things at all. It wasn't until today that I realized that days without any schedules are the days of truly living."

Lin Yan didn't reply, but simply reached out and pulled her closer to him.

Shen Qingqiu obediently snuggled into his arms, the sound of the man's steady and powerful heartbeat ringing in her ears.

Stripped of their heavy and dazzling titles such as the billionaire with 700 billion yuan, the tyrant of the Chinese music scene, and the ice queen, they are now just an ordinary young couple embracing each other for warmth on this blue planet.

"Boss Lin, such a beautiful night, why don't you sing me a song to liven things up?" Shen Qingqiu reached out and poked Lin Yan's firm chest, her tone carrying a hint of coquettishness that she would never normally show.

Lin Yan chuckled softly and pulled her closer. He gazed at the dazzling Milky Way, and the dormant melodies in his mind began to surge.

There was no top-notch recording studio, no million-dollar mixing console, and not even a single acoustic guitar.

The only sounds were the white noise of waves crashing on the beach and the crackling of burning firewood.

Lin Yan cleared his throat.

The next second, his slightly hoarse, grainy voice slowly spread out under the empty night sky of the deserted island.

"The brightest star in the night sky"

Can you hear me clearly?

"Those who look up"

"The loneliness and sighs in my heart"

With just the first four lines of a cappella singing, Shen Qingqiu's body pressed against his chest instantly froze.

As a queen of pop music who has reached the top, she has an incredibly accurate sense of pitch.

Lin Yan's seemingly casual opening, without any musical instruments to support it, yet with the purest human voice, he forcefully created an ethereal quality that penetrated the soul.

"The brightest star in the night sky"

"Can you remember?"

"Once walked with me"

"A figure that disappeared in the wind"

Lin Yan's voice was very soft; it was less like singing and more like whispering to the starry sky.

That was the pure and simple sense of relief he had gained after witnessing the vanity and fierce competition of the world of fame and fortune during his two lifetimes of wandering.

I pray to have a transparent heart.

"And eyes that can shed tears"

Give me the courage to believe again.

"To embrace you beyond the lies"

As Lin Yan sang this part, her voice began to rise, and hidden within her seemingly gentle tone was a secret power capable of tearing through wind and snow.

Shen Qingqiu nestled quietly in his arms, her eyes unconsciously welling up with tears.

She heard the loneliness in Lin Yan's bones in this song, and even more so, the determination he had to embrace himself even after seeing through the cruelty of the world.

"Whenever I can't find meaning in my existence"

"Whenever I get lost in the darkness"

"The brightest star in the night sky"

Please guide me closer to you.

Without any accompaniment, Lin Yan mastered the transition between true and falsetto voices to the extreme.

The hint of clarity emanating from that hoarse voice was like a solitary lighthouse suddenly illuminating the boundless, dark sea, striking directly at the most vulnerable line of defense in one's heart.

"The brightest star in the night sky"

Do you care?

"It's waiting for the sun to rise."

"Or perhaps the unexpected happened first..."

As the music ended, the ethereal lingering notes were carried away by the sea breeze and gradually dissipated into the night.

Shen Qingqiu did not applaud. She simply buried her face deeper into Lin Yan's neck, her warm tears silently soaking the man's collar.

She understood. This song was Lin Yan laying bare his soul, which refused to be tainted by the world, and showing it to her without reservation.

"Why are you crying?" Feeling the damp warmth on her neck, Lin Yan reached out and ruffled her soft hair, teasing her casually, "You sang so beautifully that you're so moved you want to give me more pocket money when we get back?"

"Don't ruin the mood." Shen Qingqiu sniffed, gave him a light pinch on the waist, and asked in a slightly nasal voice, "What's the name of this song?"

"The Brightest Star in the Night Sky," Lin Yan smiled, "is specially written for you, CEO, who's starving on a desert island."

Just as the two were immersed in this secluded tranquility.

A tiny military reconnaissance drone, no bigger than the palm of your hand and covered with an extremely stealthy coating, hovers ghost-like in mid-air.

The drone's ultra-high-definition night vision camera locked onto the two people embracing on the beach.

The omnidirectional miniature military microphone at the bottom was turned on at full power, capturing even the slightest friction sound of sand being stirred up by receding waves, transmitting Lin Yan's a cappella performance without missing a single second.

One hundred nautical miles away, on the "Don't Want to Go to Work" heavy icebreaker search and rescue ship, which was tearing through the waves at full speed.

Inside the command center, David stared intently at the fluctuating audio waveforms and night vision images on the screen. His fierce, scarred face was taut to the extreme, and the fingers holding half a cigar trembled slightly.

Behind him, dozens of fully armed former Navy SEALs silently removed their tactical helmets, their lifeless eyes surging with extreme shock.

"My God... Boss's voice is amazing." A gunner wearing heavy brass knuckles swallowed hard and muttered to himself.

David rubbed his face hard, turned around abruptly, and roared into the cabin in a rough voice, his uncontrollable elation instantly igniting the entire room.

"Found the Boss! 100 nautical miles away, coordinates 047! No wonder the radar wasn't detecting it, there's a magnetite vein on that wretched island!"

David grabbed the tactical walkie-talkie, his eyes regaining their cold, fervent intensity. "Notify Lao Liang! Preheat the entire helicopter squadron! Brothers, grab your gear, let's bring our Boss home!"