The pretty little follower gets targeted by the crazy guys at the elite academy

The plane pierced through the clouds, and sunlight streamed in through the porthole, warming Li Ruo's face.

She frowned and slowly opened her eyes.

Outside the porthole was a sea of ​​clouds like cotton candy, with golden sunlight spreading a layer of shattered gold on the clouds.

She looked for a few seconds, then turned her head and looked into the cabin.

It was a spacious and luxurious private jet, and she was the only one enjoying it.

Leather seats, marble bar, crystal wine glasses, and a flight attendant standing not far away with a smile, holding a silver tray in her hand.

"Miss, you're awake. Would you like something to drink?"

Li Ru blinked, her mind blank.

Who is she?

Where is she?

Where is she going?

Memories flooded back like a tide.

She is Li Ruo.

The eldest daughter of the Li family in the capital.

The Li Group is a top ten business empire in China, spanning three major sectors: real estate, finance, and technology.

Her father, Li Zhengyuan, is a Forbes figure.

Her mother, Shen Wanqing, came from a prominent family in Jiangnan. It is said that three generations back, a member of her family had become a Hanlin scholar.

She is an only child.

Born with a silver spoon in their mouths, they never lift a finger, have drivers when they go out and servants when they come home, and are pampered since childhood – the pampered young ladies of Beijing's elite circles.

She is eighteen years old this year.

I just got back from Paris Fashion Week, on my family's private jet.

It wasn't because she was being arrogant, but because Li Zhengyuan felt it was too unfair for my daughter to fly on a commercial airline.

Li Ruo leaned back in her chair, her fingers unconsciously touching her collarbone.

There was nothing there.

There were no hickeys, no red marks, and it was as smooth as a piece of fine mutton fat jade.

She frowned, feeling that there should be something there, but couldn't quite place it.

"Miss?"

The flight attendant was also carrying a tray with her favorite freshly squeezed orange juice and a small dish of macarons.

Pink strawberry flavor.

Li Ruo took the orange juice, took a sip, and found it sweet and sour, cool and refreshing, sliding down her throat.

"How much longer until we arrive?"

"Miss, approximately forty minutes."

Li Ruo nodded, leaned back in her chair, and closed her eyes.

Something was buzzing in my head, like a machine that hadn't been used in a long time suddenly starting up, the gears were turning, but it was stuck.

She always felt like she had forgotten something very important, but she couldn't remember what it was.

She opened her eyes and took her phone out of her bag.

The phone is the latest model; the screen lights up, and the wallpaper is a family photo.

She stood in the middle, with her father, Li Zhengyuan, on her left and her mother, Shen Wanru, on her right. All three of them were smiling, with the Li family's detached villa with a garden in the background.

She had no unread messages.

It's not that it doesn't exist, it's that it never will.

Because the people she wants will come to her on their own initiative.

Li Ruo put her phone back in her bag, took out a small makeup mirror, turned it on, and looked at herself in the mirror.

She had an oval face and skin as white as a peeled egg, without a single blemish.

The eyebrows are neither too thick nor too thin, and their shape is naturally curved, like two crescent moons.

Her eyes were classic almond-shaped, with slightly upturned corners and a deep pupil color, like two obsidian stones that had been washed with water.

She has a straight nose bridge, a small nose tip, and lips that are neither too thin nor too thick, with a natural pink hue that makes her look beautiful even without lipstick.

Her hair was chestnut brown, natural, not dyed.

Her hair reached her waist, and its texture was as fine as silk, gleaming softly in the sunlight.

She wore a cream-colored Chanel suit, the skirt ending just at her knees, revealing a slender, shapely calf. On her feet were nude stiletto heels, the uppers studded with a few small rhinestones that sparkled in the sunlight streaming through the porthole.

She was wearing a Patek Philippe watch on her wrist, a coming-of-age gift from her father.

She wore a delicate collarbone chain around her neck, with a small star pendant made of platinum.

My mother said: You will always be my star.

She looked like a carefully wrapped gift.

Beautiful, expensive, but out of touch with reality.

Li Ruo looked at herself in the mirror for a few seconds, then made a funny face.

"It's still the same face."

She muttered to herself, a hint of disdain in her tone that she herself didn't realize:

"I'm tired of seeing it."

She closed the makeup mirror, put it back in her bag, and turned to continue looking at the sea of ​​clouds outside the window.

The sea of ​​clouds was very white and thick, like a huge cotton quilt spread across the sky.

The sunlight danced on the clouds, golden, orange, and pink, spreading out layer by layer like a borderless painting.

As Li Ruo looked at the clouds, a scene suddenly flashed through her mind.

A garden of dark red roses.

The black flowers swayed in the wind.

A silver-gray figure stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, but his face was not visible.

She blinked, and the image disappeared.

There was nothing there.

"Miss? Are you feeling unwell?" the flight attendant asked with concern.

Li Ruo shook her head: "No. I had a... strange dream."

"What did you dream about?"

Li Ruo thought for a moment, then smiled.

That smile was serene and nonchalant.

But there was a light in her eyes, like two brightened stars.

"I don't remember," she said.

The plane passed through the last layer of clouds, and the sky over the capital city unfolded outside the porthole.

High-rise buildings stand tall, and traffic flows like a river. In the distance, the mountains are faintly visible through the smog.

Looking down at the enormous city, Li Ruo felt a surge of indescribable emotion welling up inside her.

It wasn't excitement, nervousness, or anticipation.

It's more of a feeling of... emptiness.

It's like a big house, all the furniture is in place, the curtains are hung, and the lights are on, but it still feels like something is missing.

She couldn't quite put her finger on what was missing.

Perhaps it's because one person is missing.

But she didn't know who that person was.

The sun was shining brightly when the plane landed.

Outside the porthole, a row of black cars were parked on the tarmac, each bearing the flag of the Li Group. A middle-aged man in a black suit stood at the front; he was the Li family's butler, surnamed Wang, who had worked for the Li family for twenty years.

As Li Ruo descended the gangway, Butler Wang approached her and bowed slightly.

"Miss, you're back. Master and Madam are waiting for you at home."

"Um."

Li Ruo nodded and got into the car.

The car door closed, shutting out the noise from outside.

The car was quiet, the leather seats had a faint leather smell, and the air conditioning was just right, neither too hot nor too cold.

Li Ruo leaned back in her chair, watching the city pass by outside the window.

High-rise buildings, shopping malls, pedestrians, traffic—everything felt so familiar, yet so strange.

She suddenly spoke up: "Uncle Wang."

"Miss?"

"Don't you think... the sky is especially blue today?"

Butler Wang turned around from the passenger seat and glanced out the window.

The sky was indeed blue, a very pale blue, as if it had been washed with water.

"It is quite blue. It's autumn, after all, the sky is high and the air is crisp."

Li Ruo did not respond.

Looking out the window at the pale blue sky, she felt that there must be something beneath that blue expanse.

A cloud, a bird, or a person.

But there was nothing there.

Only blue.

The boundless blue is like an upside-down sea.

She looked away and lowered her head to look at her hands.

Her fingers were slender and fair, with her nails painted with light pink nail polish that shimmered pearlescently in the sunlight.

She turned her hand over and looked at her palm.

There was nothing in my palm.

But she always felt... there should be something there.

But what should it be?

A knife, a medal, a neatly folded tissue, an empty strawberry box, or... a college admission notice?

These things flashed through her mind like a school of startled little fish, and then vanished in an instant.

She frowned and lowered her hand.

"Miss, are you too tired?"

Butler Wang asked with concern, "Why don't you take a nap first? I'll wake you up when we get home."

"No need," Li Ruo said. "I'm not sleepy."

She yawned as soon as she finished speaking.

Butler Wang chuckled: "Aren't you sleepy yet?"

Li Ru glared at him, but it wasn't very effective.

She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes.

My head started buzzing again.

Those images came flooding back again.

A dark red rose garden, black flowers, silver-gray figures, and six blurry outlines.

They stood in front of her, their faces obscured, but she could feel their gazes.

Six pairs of eyes.

Six different shades of red.

Some were red around their eyes, some were red at the tips of their ears, some were red on the tip of their nose, and some were red under their eyes.

She tried to see their faces clearly, but the outlines were like looking through frosted glass; she couldn't make them out no matter what.

"Who are you?" she asked in her dream.

No one answered.

Those six pairs of eyes simply watched her, quiet and silent, like six stars nailed to the sky, shining, but unreachable.

Then those eyes dimmed, one by one.

It's like someone turned down the brightness, from glaring to soft, from soft to dim, from dim to... gone.

Li Ruo suddenly opened her eyes.

Outside the car window, the gate of the Li family villa was slowly opening.

She sat up straight, took a deep breath, and calmed her inexplicably racing heart.

"Miss, we've arrived."

Li Ruo pushed open the car door and got out.

Sunlight shone on her, and her creamy white Chanel suit gleamed softly in the sunlight.

She looked up at the three-story detached villa in front of her.

White exterior walls, blue roof, and the courtyard filled with roses... red, pink, and white, all in full bloom.

There were two people standing at the door.