In the early morning, a ray of brilliant sunshine penetrated through the French window, sprinkled on the luxurious and comfortable big bed, and shed light on Grace who was sleeping. She curled up on the bed like shrimp, and her stunning face was as pure as lily and enchanting as night fog with suffocating beauty, her brow was tightly wrinkled, and there seemed to be a lingering sadness between her eyebrows, her long lashes trembled in panic, and a drop of tear slipped down her eyes.

She was still dreaming. In the dream, Victoria was standing in a desert, unable to find the direction to go. The strong wind rolled...