She entered the room and took a shirt belonging to Lu Mingyu. She handed it to Jiang Yanzhou and said, "My brother's shirt. Change your dirty clothes first."
Jiang Yanzhou took it and looked at her. "Okay, have something to eat while you wait for me."
"Sure," Lu Yang replied.
After changing his shirt, Jiang Yanzhou came out and looked around three times but didn't see anyone. The study door was open, and as he passed by, a sudden gust of wind blew from outside the window without any sign. It was like a pair of nimble hands, causing the thick book on the desk to rapidly flip its pages. Suddenly, a piece of paper flew out of the book and drifted down to his feet.
He bent down, picked it up, and felt a sense of familiarity. His fingers instinctively opened it and discovered that it was a love letter he had written to her.
