The heart is still filled with indescribable emotions.
She knows very well that being able to have such a heavily guarded private estate by Huanhua Creek in Rong City.
Represents not just money, but an unfathomable power.
She arrives at the door of the study.
Gently knocks on the door, pushes it open, and enters.
A refreshing scent of ink greets her.
Tang Song is standing in front of the massive desk, wielding his brush with bold strokes.
His posture is as straight as a pine, his demeanor focused and serene.
The afternoon sunlight spills through the carved wooden lattice windows, casting its slanting rays upon him, enveloping him in a gentle and warm halo.
A gentleman as fine as jade, unparalleled in the world.
Looking at the scene before her.
Shen Yuyan's gaze couldn't help but become a bit dazed, her heart skipping a beat.
An irresistible stirring arises once more.
Tang Song stops his pen, looks up, "What's the matter, Shirley?"
