Although I knew that Valentin was not short of money, I only felt how much my poverty had limited my imaginations once I saw the French villa before my eyes.
I stepped on the cobblestone path. This exquisite French villa was located in the shadows of a few green trees. Dense bushes were lined up in two rows. After walking a few steps, there was a dim yellow square-framed glass light that gave people a vintage feeling.
The outline of the villa was magnificent, yet unique.
The tall entrance and its charming door could be seen through the trees. The winding corridors seemed to go on forever. The arched windows displayed their grace and elegance.
Valentin walked ahead of me. I looked up at his broad silhouette, following behind him. I was afraid that if my footsteps slowed, I would lose si
