"Yes, Fourth Young Master. I'll get to it right away."
After receiving the order, Shi Yan turned around and walked out of the master bedroom posthaste.
Once Shi Yan left, the bedroom instantly became quiet again.
Fu Tingyu walked to the desk and sat down. Qin Shu would sit at that very spot day after day. It was as if he could still smell her lingering scent and the heat of her body.
He studied the furnishings on the desk silently. Noticing a note from the corner of his eye, he paused to take a closer look at it.
His slender fingers grabbed hold of it, bringing it closer for him to inspect its contents. His gaze fell on a string of words scribbled in a tidy script.
[ May I be like the star Lord and the Moon, bright and clear at night. ]
It was that poem again.
His hand clenched into a fist, crushing the note that dared to mock him in between his fingers.
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Elsewhere, at a five-star hotel in North Lake...
