Near noon.
Yin Zhao found the villa.
He turned off the engine and looked sideways.
The European-style villa, adorned red and white, was well maintained.
A large lawn with a small rose garden beside it.
Yin Zhao sat quietly.
His mind wandered back to when he first met her.
At a French restaurant in City B, she played the piano, masterfully.
In Jiangcheng, she had a driver.
The car was a Rolls-Royce.
She was very young then.
Around 18 or 19 years old.
She didn't look like someone kept by another person.
Yin Zhao was usually disciplined and wouldn't smoke even if annoyed.
But at this moment, he sat in the car and smoked a cigarette to relieve stress.
He was just about to get out of the car.
Su Ruanruan appeared.
She was with a man.
The man was in a wheelchair and she was pushing him out to the sun.
The sunlight was dazzling.
The man's face was handsome.
Su Ruanruan treated him with great care...
Yin Zhao squinted his eyes.
