At dusk, a black Rolls Royce lingered at the bustling Empire's Night.
Inside the car, aside from a young indifferent female driver, there sat a pretty and delicate young woman in the backseat, though her beautiful brows were furrowed with a heavy impatience in her voice: "Why are we here?"
The woman driving in front said coldly, "Sir wants you to go inside."
The woman in the backseat seemed not to hear her words, her gaze was fixed on the night scene outside the window, her small head leaned against the open window, with her pale arms dangling, and her big eyes were unfocused. The cold wind brushed her face, making it appear slightly pale.
A cold male voice came from the car's navigation system: "Get in! Don't make me say it a second time."
If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't notice her body trembled slightly, her face, already showing a sickly pallor, turned even whiter, even her sigh was weak enough to go unnoticed.
