His cold voice became much darker.

Faintly, with a vibrato.

"How can I find you?"

"..." The person who tried to push him away made a move.

"Idiot..." She slightly bent her eyes.

"As long as you want it, I will appear..." She whispered in his ear with a smile.

"I...have always been by your side..."

Her hand gently touched his shoulder.

Endless tenderness.

However, the voice gradually became ethereal.

It gradually moved from near to far, as if it was getting farther and farther away from him, until it couldn't be grasped at all.

Everything became ashes.

Dream, broken.

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When I came out of the dream, the charming little light floated up from the hidden rose stamens, as if I had been awakened.

Silently, it immersed itself among the thorns again.

It spreads out, like free fireflies, flying silently and shuttling through it.

The lights of the villa in the distance were dimmed, with only a few lights on.

The little bits of light were just far away, hidden in the thorns of the flowers.

After finding a safe position, the faint light disappeared.

Soon, a pair of beautiful light wine-red eyes were revealed on several delicate roses.

Hiding there quietly, staring at the villa in the distance.

Lifting up a strand of her hair, she turned it slowly and said to herself: "Why are you dreaming again..."

She has been dreaming these days that she is teasing him.

Is it because we haven’t seen each other for a long time... that’s why we think about it every day and dream about it every night?

She touched her ear gently.

In the dream, he bit his own ear, and the touch was extremely real.

It's like it really happened.

To this day, she can still feel the remaining warmth of his lips.

A little soft and a little cool.

She pursed her lips, lowered her eyes, and touched it quietly.

The cheeks seemed a little warm.

"I can't dream anymore..."

If she dreams again, she will uncontrollably want to see him.

She raised her eyes and looked at the villa in the distance again.

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The next day.

"Sir, this is all the information about Ms. Song that has been found so far. Please take a look."

After lunch, Uncle Wang handed over the documents he had prepared early and bowed slightly.

Very respectful.

The man who was sitting quietly in front of the observation deck, looking at the scenery outside, took the document.

His eyes are downcast, his face is warm and white, and his eyebrows are light.

There is still a cold and distant aura on his body, gentle, but giving people a faint sense of distance.

Make people afraid to come forward and disturb you.

The file opened, and inside was the woman's detailed information.

He calmly scanned from top to bottom, turning the pages.

At the back is her family information.

There is no daughter, or in other words, there are no children left at all.

He was alone. He died of cancer twenty years ago and was never married.

I do have a younger sister, but my younger sister also passed away last year due to a sudden cerebral thrombosis.

His life was full of disasters and illnesses, leaving only one son behind.

Currently, my son has immigrated abroad and has a daughter, but the daughter was just born and is less than three years old.

He is still at the age of waiting for food.

Reading the whole article, there is no useful information at all, just a bunch of irrelevant people.

The man looked calm and closed the document.

His calm eyes were still on the scenery outside, and the documents were handed back casually.

Not a word was spoken, there was silence.

It's hard to figure out what he is thinking at the moment.
Chapter completed!