Starry was stunned for a rare moment as she inclined her head to look at Wyatt , and hesitated, "An old friend."
She didn't lie, but she didn't elaborate either.
Obviously, she didn't want to tell him.
Ryan makes a good point.
Wyatt did not continue to ask questions, he glanced ahead to the traffic light: "should not be a good old friend."
Just as he spoke, the red light in front of him turned green.
Wyatt took another look at Starry, said nothing more, started the car and looked towards Starry's villa.
The car was parked in front of the villa and it was already after 3pm.
The weather today is not as good as yesterday, it is a bit cloudy and looks like it wants to rain.
Starry unbuckled his seat belt and said thank you to Wyatt, "It's going to rain, so I won't invite you up for tea."
She smiled, opened the car door and got out.
Wyatt also got out of the car and went to the trunk to help her carry her suitcase out.
A dark cloud just overhead, Starry took the trolley of the suitcase: "I'm going back, take care on the way."
Wyatt raised an eyebrow and watched as she turned into the villa with her suitcase in tow.
The sliding door was slowly opening, and Starry waited a few seconds before lifting his leg to enter.
She wore a long white dress with purple flowers today, and the wind blew the hem of her skirt, the boundary where spring and summer meet.
He remembered that yesterday she stood in that hundred flowers, obviously those words blooming so brightly, but when she smiled, even the peonies are a bit out of color.
As the raindrops fell on his face, Wyatt withdrew his eyes and got back into the car.
Starry came out of the shower only to find that it was raining, and it wasn't light.
She made a cup of honey tea and stood there on the balcony watching the water on the fish pond downstairs being beaten by raindrops in a circle of ripples, people are a little lost in thought.
When the doorbell rang, Starry's hand holding the cup shook gently, almost dropping it.
Who will come to her when the rain is pouring down?
Good-looking eyebrows gently wrinkled, Starry looked downstairs, only to see a person standing at the front door, but the other side propped up a black, she looked past this angle, completely unable to see who it was.
Starry bit her lip and took another sip of honey water before turning around and walking back.
She put the half of the honey water still in her hand on the table and then went downstairs.
There was an umbrella basket right next to the entry door, so she grabbed one, held it open and walked out.
When he came out of the corner, Starry saw that the person coming was Filip.
A little surprised and puzzled, she walked over and opened the door, "What brings you here?"
"Did you drop a necklace?"
Hearing his words, Starry subconsciously touched his neck.
She was not in the right mood yesterday, and took a nap in the afternoon to slow down a little, but after dinner back at the hotel, her mood was still low, and she was a little distracted in the evening shower, so naturally she wouldn't remember that she was also wearing a necklace.
Filip said so, she also just remembered.
Fingertips fell on the chest and touched nothing.
She lowered her head, empty, the necklace was gone.
Filip has walked in, Starry is not good to drive people away, had to press the close button, "the rain is a little heavy, go up first."
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