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.

was panting against the Roman columns in

the contempt and disdain in his eyes. She knew she looked a mess now, with

followed Mr. Arnold into

chandeliers more than ten meters high, and

luxurious revolving staircase, slowly walked a noblewoman, with a

with disdain, who was wearing white sneakers, an apparently cheap t-shirt, and dragging a worn-out trolley case.

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

How is it? You are the wife of

of person be my sister-in-law? I

house, which was where Grandma and Luther lived. They both lived in the penthouse, one of the busiest places downtown, and tonight

was in her college class, and she knew very well that

that Shelly would be

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

was again trusted by Professor Owens to enter the automotive design internship program based on

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