[Cesare, I still remember the very moment I first saw you on the cover of OO Magazine.
Your deep blue eyes, which seemed to gaze into the core of my soul, were so captivating that my heart nearly stopped.
I’m sure you’ll become a superstar someday.
I wish I could write more, but this is all I can think of right now.
Thank you for being born.]
The moment he read it, Cesare couldn’t hide his smirk.
The writing style was reminiscent of an elementary school student’s.
Yet, even as he laughed, Cesare’s gaze stayed glued to the last line, unable to look away.
[Thank you for being born.]
He had never heard words like these—thanking him simply for his birth—not from a parent, a lover, or even his own father.
And in an instant, his mood plummeted to its lowest point.
Ironically, that single line reminded him of the cold reality of being left alone in this enormous house.
Disgusted, Cesare eventually tossed Zahir’s letter to the floor.
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