The sun made the ground soft, and the wind felt a bit warm on the skin. The young woman tightly held a thick script in her hands, her unfocused eyes staring at the illusory shadows of cars on the street.
At this moment, her face was expressionless, yet her chest felt like it was exploding with fireworks, unable to calm down for a long time.
The vast halo of sunlight over her head gave her a hallucinatory feeling.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew across the girl's forehead, and a Lincoln car stopped by the roadside. A smiling young man stepped out, always dressed in a suit and wearing silver-framed glasses: "Miss Scott, the second young master was worried you might be hungry and specially sent me to deliver a meal."
After the girl came back to her senses, she was already in the car. The car was quite large, with a whole row of black leather sofas and even a table in the middle, on which there were three dishes.
The car drove as steadily as if it were on flat ground.
