Outside the window was a street bustling with traffic, and a diligent cleaner working by the roadside; the day was just beginning for this city.
Yun Qiluo's attention was quickly drawn to the outside.
She curiously asked, "Uncle driver, where are we going?"
The driver naturally didn't respond to her, and Yan Yan seemed unresponsive as well; the car was stiflingly quiet.
She thought for a moment, then turned to ask the handsome man beside her, "Can you tell me your name?"
He had rescued her, yet she didn't seem to know his name.
The man finally lifted his eyes, and his captivating phoenix eyes surveyed her.
What reflected in his eyes was her tender, milk-like face, and those incredibly pure, clean eyes set upon it.
His gaze paused for a moment, and after a moment, his thin lips softly parted: "Yan Yan."
She repeated, "Yanyan?"
Before Yan Yan could correct her, she seriously commented, "Not nice, very rustic."
The driver was already breaking out in a cold sweat.
The young girl blinked her moist eyes, her long lashes fluttering, looking naively adorable.
"Beautiful woman," she called him as she looked at him, nodding in agreement with her own thought, "I'll just call you beautiful woman from now on."
The driver's steering wheel slipped, and the entire Maserati drew a Z shape on the road.
He gasped sharply, looking through the rearview mirror at his Boss's expression.
Sullen, cold, a deathly atmosphere, overwhelmingly enveloping the car's interior.
The man's gloomy eyes were slightly lowered, hidden by stray locks of hair.
His thin lips, beautifully shaped, repressed for a long while, uttered a chilling sentence: "Throw her out!"
The driver shivered, hurriedly pulling the car over to the side of the road.
"Ah, what are you doing!"
The soft scream was finally cut off as the car door closed, restoring silence to the world.
The car continued smoothly on its way.
It was already five in the morning, the horizon faintly white.
The young girl was left on the roadside, wearing a loose hospital gown, her thin body trembling slightly in the wind.
Her gaze clung hopefully to the retreating car, seeing it showed no sign of turning back to pick her up.
Finally, she realized something.
Her eyes dimmed, she lowered her head, and turned to walk toward the adjacent street.
Her lonely, slender figure looked like an abandoned kitten, pitiful and forlorn.
In the car, the man elegantly crossed his legs, his long, handsome eyes taking everything in through the rearview mirror.
Only when she was out of sight did he slowly retract his gaze.
After a long time, a light voice sounded in the car: "Have someone follow her."
The driver was startled, quickly nodding in response: "Yes."
But... this following, was it to protect or to monitor?
Stealing a glance at his expression through the rearview mirror, the driver ultimately chose to keep silent.
The abandoned Yun Qiluo wandered aimlessly down the street.
She had no idea where to go, having no home or acquaintances.
Her memories were a jumbled mess; all she knew was that she had barely escaped from some terrifying place, and many wanted to drag her back, but she absolutely must not be captured!
In her limited memory, no one seemed to have taught her how to survive in society.
She could be said to know nothing about this world.
She had finally met someone good-looking who had helped her, decided to follow him, but he ended up kicking her out.
Thinking of the cold, harsh aura around the man, she pursed her lips in grievance.
She didn't even know what had upset him...
Wandering , she wandered until evening; night fell, and the hustle and bustle of the Imperial City began to reveal itself.
As she walked, she reached a place marked "Bar Street," blinking in confusion and curiosity—what's a bar?
But the scent of smoke, alcohol, and perfume filled the entire street.
She wrinkled her nose uncomfortably, encountering quite a few men asking her for something called WeChat, but she ignored them.
She herself was so poor; what could she possibly give them, oh.