Sometimes she would stroll through luxury stores to look at all the things she had never been able to afford since she was little.
When there was work, she did it; when there wasn't, she idled away her time in freedom.
It seemed leisurely and simple.
She had seemingly grown used to such a life, eating the New Year's Eve meal alone, sleeping in on the day of the Spring Festival.
Sometimes she would join her master for a couple of drinks, but most of the time, life was lonely and uninteresting.
She planted many flowers and plants in her apartment, where the sunlight was filled with beautiful colors.
Yet, she still couldn't find the feeling of home. Facing the fierce white landlady demanding rent, all she could do was helplessly shrug her shoulders.
But Mr. Cheney's villa was different; she could feel the warmth emanating from it.
She felt it as soon as she entered that morning.
Lilac Serval took a sip of tea.
