"Don't stay out too late." Viola Harris stepped out of the car, and Amelia Clarke couldn't help but give her a piece of advice: "Drink less, it's not safe for a girl."
"I know." Viola Harris pouted and said, "Sure enough, you're being like a mom."
Amelia Clarke: "It's for your own good."
Viola Harris: "I know, I know, I won't drink too much, don't worry."
The car returned to South Hill Villa No. 8, and it was just six o'clock, the sun had not yet set.
The car stopped on the driveway of the front courtyard, and Amelia Clarke got out. Perhaps it was because of the rain, the flowers and greenery in the courtyard seemed particularly lively and vivid in color.
The air was filled with a faint scent of flowers.
Amelia Clarke's gaze swept through the courtyard, and suddenly she was attracted by a burst of fiery red color.
