The Rolls-Royce was still at the street corner waiting for the traffic light, but the driver responsible for protecting the Sacred High Priestess hadn't realized the woman in the back seat had a noticeable change in expression.
Gazing at the message on her phone screen, Lianhua for some reason felt her heartbeat quicken, after all, the guy's character was always true to his word, or you could even say he was true to his word to a fault.
He never bragged about things he wasn't sure of.
Freedom.
These two words seemed to have a magical power, like the evening breeze blowing through the window, causing ripples in her tranquil heart, and she subconsciously lifted her head to look outside.
