Bai Yaoyao hailed a taxi and informed the driver of her destination. After alighting, she arrived at a row of villas in the outskirts. She followed the path and walked inside.
The leaves along the roads fell gently, giving off a sense of bleakness. It reflected Bai Yaoyao's mood. She didn't belong anywhere, and her heart was bare and empty. Perhaps she harbored a bit of hope within her, or perhaps she didn't know where she was headed. She sighed, feeling lost at that moment.
After pressing on the doorbell, the villa's gate opened slowly. Different kinds of flowers decorated the entire path.
Bai Yaoyao felt as though she was walking into a mysterious place. It looked like an ancient painting. She was afraid that with each step she took, she would damage those flowers.
Just as she hesitated, the doors opened, and a handsome, strong man stepped out. Despite his elegance, he appeared dominant and masculine. It was the aura belonging to a soldier.