Abroad.
In a detached villa by the coast, a private boat was moored nearby, surrounded by such calm that only the sound of the waves slapping against the shore could be heard.
By the palm trees in the viewing room, Xu Jingxi leaned on the sofa, supporting his head with one hand as he slept, his body radiating tiredness.
It was only when his phone vibrated that he lifted his eyelids and swiped across the screen.
He stared at the suddenly unfamiliar avatar for quite a while.
In the Northwest Desert, it was her delicate and slender figure, wearing a white gauze dress, walking barefoot, the skirt lifted by the wind revealing a small bell.
The driver who drove for Xu Jingxi came in from the front yard, and what he saw was still the sleeping nobleman, not noticing any emotional changes as he silently turned off the soundless news broadcast on the projector screen.
The person had landed from Singapore a few days ago and only knew that the young master here was in need of a driver.
