Five minutes later, the service bell rang in Dill's room.

The slender fingers pressed the answer button - "Your Highness Princess, the car is ready, and you are ready to go." ”

Dill said "yes" softly and hung up.

In the courtyard of the villa, a low-key silver-gray sedan is quietly parked, and the front end of the body does not have any brand sign, only the letter "R" with a dark color number and the same color as the body. This "R" is the initial letter of "Royal", which symbolizes the exclusive use of the royal family.

Dill approached the car, and naturally she didn't need to do it herself, a driver in a suit carefully opened the car door for her. The driver grabbed the door handle with one hand and placed it on the edge of the window with the other, his body slightly bent.

From the time Dill approached, he opened the car door to Dill entering the car, he closed the door, and he kept his head down the whole time, his eyes locked on the ground under his feet, silent and humble.

As she passed by the driver, Dill suddenly felt a little familiar, and paused for a few seconds, but the man always kept his head down, like a sculpture, motionless.

His facial features are just covered by half-length hair, revealing only a small section of his chin, as if finely carved with well-defined lines.

Dill resisted the idea of reaching out and lifting his chin to take in his full picture, leaned over slightly, and got into the car.

"Xiao Pingping, is that him?"

A moment later, a cute echo sounded in Dill's mind: "Yes, master." ”

"It's a ghost." She muttered quietly.

Although I already knew that I would meet him in every world, every time I really met, I still couldn't help but feel a kind of boredom in my heart. It was a feeling of powerlessness that I couldn't grasp because things were out of control, and it was an extremely nasty feeling.

In the space in front of the monochrome curtain, he drove intently, as if all his attention was focused on the road ahead, and he didn't notice anything else.

Dill frowned slightly, her deep gaze fixed on the man behind the curtain. But soon, his brows furrowed again, and his expression returned to his previous calm and calm.

Well, since he was willing to disguise himself as an ordinary driver, he didn't try to break down the barriers between them and try to invade her life. Then she won't take the initiative to break it and cause trouble in vain.

Although Dill didn't know how long he would be content with the status quo, as long as he was at peace at the moment, she was willing to act as if she didn't notice it.

It is a forty-minute drive from the dwelling of dill to the OR college. There were only two people in the car who didn't communicate with each other, and Dill simply closed her eyes and completely entered her own world.

The speed of the car slowed down and finally came to a complete stop. The doors opened again, and the bright sunlight shone into the dimly lit interior space, making it a bit glaring.

Dill looked at the driver, who was still in a half-bent position and waited for him to get out of the car, his face was still hidden under the black hair, only a small half of his chin was exposed, half of it was white and transparent in the bright sun, and the other half was horribly white in the dim shadows.

The unity of the opposition of brightness and transparency and the drowsy darkness in this person seems to have reached a delicate balance between the former being him and the latter being him, and it is not even possible to say which one is more and which is less.