Lu Rongrong said she's already left Morocco and wants to go for a walk alone, clear her mind, and told Ye Xixi not to worry about her.
Then, she sent her a photo, a selfie of her leaning against a white lace fence, facing the sea.
Ye Xixi lay on the balcony with her head resting on Wen Zao's leg, sipping juice and cracking sunflower seeds, her small hands happily swiping through her social media feed.
"Brother, where do you think Rongrong is? I haven't seen this place before."
Wen Zao glanced at the photo, also puzzled: "Looks like an island; I haven't seen it either."
Ye Xixi clicked on Lu Rongrong's selfie, enlarged it, and sighed: "Been here in Italy for almost two months. This is the happiest I've seen Rongrong smile."
"You don't know, Rongrong is such a lively, cheerful, and kind girl, but during her time at the Lu Family estate, she's been gloomy."
"It's all because of that bastard Lu Qiao, always bullying Rongrong."
