As night fell, the autumn breeze was refreshing. The lonely crescent moon hung high in the sky. Jun Ruye sat by the window in his study, gazing into the boundless dark canvas, feeling a deep pang of bitterness.

Suddenly, a weight settled on his shoulder. The chill from the wind was replaced by warmth, bringing back Jun Ruye's drifting thoughts.

"Do you think Qingqing has grown tired of me?" Jun Ruye's heart was filled with bitterness. At this moment, he even ...