165 This is not real

Early in the morning, Luo Xiyun stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass door, her arms folded across her chest, staring out at the balcony.

This was a two-story villa located near the top of a hill. From this vantage point, the view was expansive, overlooking the cluster of buildings below the hill.

The glass door was open, and gusts of wind blew in, carrying the fresh scent peculiar to plants, rustling her hair and the hem of her clothes.

Today, she wore a light purple long-sleeved shirt and a pair of dark blue jogger pants. She had been standing there, her gaze somewhat hazy, lost in thought.

Ding-dong.

She had no idea how long she had been standing there when suddenly the doorbell rang. She snapped out of her trance, took a deep breath, and walked downstairs to open the front door.

Outside stood a cleaning lady in her forties, who asked politely, "Miss Luo, sorry to keep you waiting."

"Come in."