Without the noise, she suddenly felt like a desert island in the depths, and her ears fell silent. [No pop-ups. 】

The villa is in the middle of nowhere, and if no one speaks, it will be peaceful.

Han Yurou lay on the pillow, crying intermittently.

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

The air is quiet and the sun is warm.

Outside, the sound of fountains and birdsong loomed.

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

In the past few days, she has not slept a restful night.

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

She dreamed.

Dreams are happy times, and since she was a child, she really hasn't suffered a little.

Not even, there were no setbacks.

Maybe it's because it's too smooth, that's why this happened.

She hated Rong Jincheng.

I hate him a lot.

In Rong Jincheng's eyes, she is a playmate, and the novelty has not passed.

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

Dreams are long, long, and only in dreams is she happy.

She didn't know if she would be as happy in this life as she had been before, and she thought, probably never.

She didn't even know what to do tomorrow.

It was quiet in the living room and I couldn't hear a single sound.

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

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

Jinyuan is still harmonious, the servants are working in a boring position, and Rong Jincheng has gone out.

The lights were bright all around, and the crystal lamps of cherry blossom petals in the living room emitted a soft light, reflecting on Han Yurou's face.

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

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

Manually moved.

There was a long blanket of white lamb's wool on her body, and she didn't know when the blanket was over her.

Did anyone come in? She didn't know either.

When she opened her sleepy eyes, she realized that it was already dark.

"What time is it?" she looked down and lifted the blanket, confused to find her phone.

At this moment, a maid walked in.

"Miss Han, you're awake, 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 don't you wake me up"

"Yes." The maid 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 sat on the sofa and didn't freshen up, and the whole person looked in a trance.

The servant 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 blank and turned blankly.

Probably because of the crying, her eyes were swollen, but the redness under her eyes had subsided.

"The young master said that you haven't eaten dinner yet, and he is waiting for you to eat in the flower room."

"You go and tell him I don't want to eat."

"The young master said, if you don't go, Miss Han, you will fire me tomorrow."

"Does he still want to be shameless?" Han Yu was angry.

The little maid was very aggrieved, "But that's what the young master said, and he did what he said."

Han Yurou had no choice but to stand up and said lightly: "Where is the flower room?" ”

"Miss Han come with me."

The maid was very happy, and took Han Yurou out of the living room and bypassed the corridor.