The next day, the weather was gloomy, looking like it was about to rain.
Yun Ya stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, arms crossed, gazing at the sky outside, just like her mood at that moment, dark and oppressive.
The maid knocked on the door and came in, "Miss, breakfast is ready."
Though it was soft confinement, the other party had never mistreated her. The three meals a day were exquisite and elaborate, and except for not being able to leave here, she could move freely throughout the whole villa.
Yun Ya sat at the dining table, eating quietly and elegantly.
Rebelling isn't about joking with your own body, and the other party would never poison her food, so she could eat with peace of mind.
On the huge rectangular dining table, there were endless arrays of exquisite dishes. Each dish was like a priceless treasure, too exquisite to bear to chopsticks down on.
