In the morning, the manor was filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, sunlight shone, the weather was clear, a warm morning.
A steaming cup of coffee sat on Christian's table, as he quietly looked out the window, was it cold?
Taking a sip of coffee, it seemed he hadn't felt the change of seasons for a long time. His hand rested on the red notebook, bringing a sense of comfort. What was he thinking about, his meditation was too unfocused, surprisingly he contemplated such inexplicable things. Every time after the Round Table Conference, distracting thoughts would increase.
He opened the notebook, and a sense of joy instantly surged in his heart.
"Lu Shuai, a very interesting soul, it's been a while since I've heard such an amazing layout. Although his lineage isn't pure, as a descendant of the Grand Governor, it's understandable."
