Without the noise, she suddenly felt like she was on a deserted island deep in the depths, and her ears fell into silence.

The villa is in a very remote place. If no one talks, it will be peaceful here.

Han Yurou lay on the pillow, crying intermittently.

She was like a helpless deer, alone in a huge living room, but didn't know where to go.

The air is quiet and the sun is warm.

The sound of fountains and chirping of birds could be heard outside.

Rong Jincheng finally stopped coming, and Han Yurou got tired from crying. She lay down on the pillow and fell asleep in a daze.

In the past few days, she had not had a peaceful sleep.

Maybe she was too tired, but after a while, she fell asleep.

She had a dream.

The dream was a happy time. She had never suffered at all since she was a child.

Not even a setback.

Maybe it was too smooth sailing, that's why things like this happened.

She hates Rong Jincheng.

Hate him very much.

In Rong Jincheng's eyes, she is just a playmate, and the novelty has not worn off yet.

What does it feel like to fall from heaven to hell? That’s pretty much what it feels like…

The dream was very long, and only in the dream was she happy.

She didn't know if she could be as happy as before in this life. She thought that it might never be possible.

In fact, she didn't even know how to take the road tomorrow.

The living room was very quiet, not a sound could be heard.

Han Yurou curled up on the sofa, like a pitiful cat.

The villa is quiet and quiet in winter, the sky is gray, and there is no end in sight.

Jinyuan is still harmonious, the servants are busy working, and Rong Jincheng goes out for a visit.

The surrounding lights are bright, and the cherry blossom petal crystal lamp in the living room emits soft light, which reflects on Han Yurou's face.

She slept too deeply, and her face was full of exhaustion.

So much so that when she woke up, she didn't know how long she had slept.

The hand moved.

There was a long white lamb's wool blanket on her body. She didn't know when the blanket was placed on her body.

Has anyone come in? She doesn't know.

She opened her sleepy eyes and realized that it was already dark.

"What time is it..." She lowered her head and lifted the blanket, looking for her phone in a daze.

At this time, a maid came in.

"Miss Han, wake up. The young master has been waiting for you for a long time."

"What time is it."

"A quarter past eight in the evening."

"I've slept for so long, why didn't you wake me up..."

"Yes." The servant said, "We saw that you were sleeping soundly, so we didn't dare to call you, and the young master didn't allow us to call you."

Han Yurou was sitting on the sofa, without washing up, and her whole expression was in a trance.

The maid brought her shoes and clothes and helped her comb her hair.

"Miss Han, the young master is waiting for you outside."

"Wait for me?" Han Yurou's eyes were dull and she turned around blankly.

Probably due to crying, her eyes were swollen, but the red bloodshot eyes had subsided.

"The young master said you haven't had dinner yet. He is waiting for you in the greenhouse."

"Go and tell him that I don't want to eat."

"The young master said that if you don't go, Miss Han, I will be fired tomorrow."

"Is he still shameless?" Han Yurou was angry.

"..." The little servant felt aggrieved, "But that's what the young master said, and he can do what he says."

Han Yurou had no choice but to stand up and said calmly: "Where is the flower house?"

"Miss Han, come with me."
Chapter completed!