"Oh, well..." Whitney stammered for a while, struggling to find words.

Daniel chuckled and left, even making a funny face at her before his departure.

Whitney waved her fist at him, a smile playing on her lips.

Daniel's mood seemed to lift more and more since reuniting with Maisie.

As Whitney pondered, love exerted a potent influence. It transformed a once brutal and cold man into a sunshine boy.

Instead of heading to sleep, Whitney headed to her study. It was expansive—some popular bookstores weren't even half its size. The room was adorned with out-of-print books, antique vases, and paintings by renowned artists, giving it an air of sophistication.

She sat at the desk and placed Maisie's work on it. After ordering some tea, she admired it in a relaxed manner.

went to the safe behind her and retrieved Anya's

sigh escaped

reason, she missed Anya more tonight,

in that moment when Maisie looked down, the gentle charisma and timid

snapped back to reality, and poured

someone make it for me. Look at this. It's written by a girl named Maisie. It looks... similar to your

smiled. "Anya, I remember how you'd relax yourself by writing cursive when tired from books. I don't know much about cursive, so I couldn't help you with that... How good it would have been

through

death had been strange and sudden. Anya was an orphan, so

the director handed her this. She

had been sitting quietly in the safe throughout the years.

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