In the lavish palace, King Muir wore a plain white garment, his handsome face a sickly pallor. He was gently caressing a yellowed photograph.
His dark eyes were filled with tenderness as he rubbed the photograph and softly asked, "Amanda, where have you been all these years? No matter the reason, you've hidden long enough, shouldn't you appear by now? Amanda, I miss you, I think about you every day. Come back, won't you? Come back to my side..."
A soft sound echoed, and the palace door creaked open.
Muir put away the photograph and looked at the newcomer, "Why are you here?"
Lisa approached, looking at Muir, "After all these years, you still can't forget her?"
Muir remained silent, picking up a nearby document and began to read.
Lisa reached out and took the document from Muir, "Muir, it's been twenty-three years. If she still cares for you, she would have returned long ago! Perhaps she has already married and had children, you..."
Muir's eyes suddenly turned cold.
