After standing for a while, Yuran quickly organized her books and packed them before tidying up her luggage in the guest room on the first floor. She didn't have much luggage, just a few sets of clothes, so she put all the organized books into her suitcase for easy transportation. Realizing how difficult it was to get a taxi these days, she looked around the second floor, feeling restless and anxious.
Fortunately, after a few terrifying hours, Bo Yan didn't show up, and she dozed off, leaning on the sofa.
At six o'clock, when the sky was just beginning to brighten with a faint light, she couldn't wait any longer. She dragged her suitcase and carried the listless fold-eared cat as she left the Platinum Imperial Palace.
Standing at the entrance of the Platinum Imperial Palace, she pinched the fold-eared cat's ear and sighed, "I'm really sorry. On the first day I took you home, you had to follow me in this destitute state, but don't worry, I'll find a good place for us soon!"
The cat naturally didn't understand what she was saying and just rubbed against the palm of her hand, causing a ticklish feeling. Yuran couldn't help but burst into laughter.
She turned sideways, her smile brimming with youthful vitality, in the dim light it seemed especially warm and gentle.
Up on the second floor of the villa, Bo Yan stood in front of the window in his bathrobe, his tall and slender figure mostly obscured by the curtains, and his emotions were unclear in the flickering light.
Yuran, who was amusing the fold-eared cat, seemed to sense something and looked back, glancing up at the second floor.
There was nothing there; she frowned in self-mockery, took out her phone to order a taxi, then suddenly thought of something and turned off the phone screen.
The Platinum Imperial Palace was considered one of the Imperial Capital Tower Kings, known for its privacy. Outside cars couldn't enter, so it would take her an hour to walk out before she could hail a taxi. Placing the cat on top of her suitcase, she started to walk away, dragging it step by step.
"When I came over this morning, I saw a young girl carrying a suitcase and walking out, which was odd. Residents of the Platinum Imperial Palace with such behavior?" It's known that those who live in the Platinum Imperial Palace are either rich or noble, and of course, not everyone with money can move in; most of the residents are high-level political figures.
At least that's the case for houses number 1 to 20.
Xie Cheng didn't mean anything else by it; he was merely making an offhand remark. Bo Yan, who had been pretending to snooze, suddenly opened his eyes.
Xie Cheng: "..." Alright, I'll shut up. How did such a dull artist become famous?
He had a hard time recalling how Bo Yan had climbed his way up to being a film emperor.
Diwai Affiliate Middle School
Because she didn't rest well the night before, Yuran felt lethargic all morning and slumped over her desk catching up on sleep, her head covered with a book.
As a transfer student, she wasn't familiar with her classmates, and given her psychological age, she had little in common with these kids and couldn't connect with them.
So even after nearly two months, due to her coldness, there were only a few with whom she interacted.
Her first act upon arriving at school, after leaving her luggage at the hotel that morning, was to sleep.
In her previous life, she grew up in an orphanage and had to quit high school before graduating due to the need to make a living. She took Fu Bairan with her and left the orphanage.
Those years were extremely difficult, to the point where she almost considered selling a kidney. She was only sixteen years old, and Fu Bairan was just ten. She was still a child herself but had to take care of another one. With nowhere to turn, she had really thought about it.
But at the moment of deepest despair, she met Yinchao.