You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Joyce dragged her trolley case, panting as she climbed the hill, looking down at her phone’s location every now and then.

No. 1 Sophora Street.

She didn’t realize that Luther’s house was halfway up the hill, and most importantly, there was no bus that could take her there!

Rich people really do like to live in the mountains.
She was literally walking on two broken legs.
She should have let his driver pick it up.

After quite some hard work, she climbed halfway up the mountain, and finally, she saw the mansion gate, which was surprisingly at the end of the road. Did he just own all the rest of the mountain?

When the big iron door slowly opened, Joyce was dumbfounded.
Inside, boulevards, neat lawns, shaped flowers, and fountain sculptures stretch on and on.

Very far away! An imposing golden European-style building stood on the hillside, shining dazzlingly in the setting sunlight.

Infinity, that’s about it.

Joyce was almost crawling when she finally reached the door of the main house.

columns in front

Joyce could still feel the contempt and disdain in his eyes. She knew she looked a mess now, with her

into the living

crystal chandeliers more than ten meters high, and walls plastered

slowly walked a noblewoman, with a fashionable pearl necklace.

sneakers, an apparently cheap t-shirt, and dragging a worn-out trolley

the house? As they speak, another person ran down the stairs and

How is it? You are the

how dare brother let this kind of person be my sister-in-law? I

both lived in the penthouse, one of the busiest places downtown, and tonight they

surprised. Shelly was in her college class, and she knew very well that Shelly had always looked at

know that Shelly would be Luther’s sister.

the most, and when Joyce was nearing the end of her sophomore year, she skipped

Owens to enter the automotive design internship program based on her academic excellence.

even get