The night wind was high, and the sounds of unknown insects and birds drifted through the open car window, unsettling Han Zhenzhen's heart. At the charity gala, the moment she saw Li Yeqi, she felt he was her destined one.
That man was indifferent to her, igniting a fierce desire to conquer him; she was determined to win him over.
The night wind couldn't extinguish her wild fantasies; instead, it fueled her spirits.
She drove all the way to Banshan Villa, surrounded by cold silence. The streetlights inside the villa climbed upward, and the nearby mountain seemed like a gentle hand caressing the villa.
Everything was gentle and serene.
Han Zhenzhen thought that with her arrival, Yan Luoxi would be waiting to greet her, but the villa in the distance was dark and silent, showing no signs of hosting preparations.
