The candlelight dinner had a wonderful ambiance. Even though Chu Yao had flirted with disaster by saying some odd things at the start, the atmosphere was ultimately quite pleasant.
It wasn't quite as romantic as Lu Xize had envisioned, but he didn't mind. As long as the person sitting across from him was Chu Yao, that was all that mattered.
As the night deepened, Chu Yao sat on the villa's brand-new sofa, reading a script. She was a little distracted. Everything here was unfamiliar to her, yet it filled her with a sense of delight.
If her apartment was just a house, then this was a home. Her and Lu Xize's home. The home she had dreamed of countless times.
The script was still in her hands, her eyes still on its pages, but her thoughts had already drifted far away.
She remembered her childhood, growing up carefree in a luxurious villa just like this one. Though her mother disliked her, her father had truly doted on her, treating her like the apple of his eye.
