Chapter 157 The Woman Is Different

• In the midst of the night on the small island, a cool breeze blew, providing a sense of comfort and warmth to Joyce Albert, who was clad in wet clothes, far away from the clutches of malicious individuals and their nefarious schemes.
• "Joyce, are you feeling cold?" Joseph inquired, observing Joyce as she tightened her clothes, his brows furrowing. "We are stranded on this island with no spare clothes, and I am unable to start a fire using traditional methods. It's truly perplexing."
• Joyce chuckled, "I'm not cold. The current temperature is not too low, and the wind drying my clothes is not a bad option." She fell silent once more, finding amusement in jesting.