After the man finished speaking, without waiting for her consent, he turned and entered the villa. Soon, the driver who had been desperate to use the restroom ran over, "Miss Buhui, please get in the car, the young master has instructed me to take you back to the hotel."
Buhui eventually turned away. The villa shone brightly in the night; it used to be her home, a place she always felt assured when she remembered it.
But now, standing here once more, she was merely an onlooker and could never return.
"Miss Buhui?"
Buhui snapped back to reality, seeing the driver looking at her eagerly. She nodded to him, opened the car door, and sat in the backseat. The driver quickly started the car and drove away from the villa.
