The two were still in their dream land when the morning sun peeped through the window curtain, shining on their bed. The phone rang abruptly. 開來 sprang from the bed in response, eyes half shut, body half wrapped in a thin blanket. 海伍德 jumped up, hurried into the bathroom and shut the door. It was 稀來, tenderly asking how well she had slept during the night. 開來 smiled silently, said: "I had a beautiful night." 稀來 sighed a sigh of relieve, then hung up.
"He cares about me, and so does Haywood." She thought. "How wonderful". She let the blanket slip casually to the floor, then put on her silk night gown. She lazily walked to the window, and opened the window curtain. The sky was so blue. The garden was beautifully decorated with colorful flowers. The birds were singing. Everything looked so nice and harmonious. At this moment, the world seemed to have been made for her.
Her eyes started scanning the vast expansion of greenery in the Kensington Park in the background. Slowly, her eyes became fixed onto an elegant structure in the park - the Kensington Palace, the last residence of the late Princess Diana. "Poor thing," she thought. "she loved a wrong man and died a tragic death". Her heart sank suddenly. A chilling sensation quickly crept up her spine.
