Yeh Huang steadily held the steering wheel as the car slowly advanced. The tree-lined path was just narrow enough for a single vehicle to pass, with dense woods on both sides.
About ten minutes later, the car followed a narrow Shan Valley into a mountain valley, surrounded on three sides by mountains. In the center stood a small white mansion, with lush greenery all around, looking as serene as a fairyland.
Long Linger remained silent, but as the car approached, her hand clenched into a fist under her sleeve.
The thought of Yeh Huang coming here every day made her extremely upset.
After the car stopped, no bodyguards came to open the door. Yeh Huang got out first.
Long Linger saw through the car window a courtyard full of flowers, a sea of red, and the breeze carried their fragrance.
Behind this vast expanse of red flowers, Mia was dressed in a white dress, her skirt blown by the wind, and her smile as pure as a Branch Flower.
