Perhaps that figure was just too solitary.
Eventually, when the butler glanced back and silently appeared behind him, he smiled gently, "Are you thinking of the past, sir?"
Feng Chengjin's heart trembled, thinking of the news about the ectopic pregnancy learned today, he couldn't say he was thinking of it, nor could he say he wasn't, he just tugged a bitter smile at the corner of his lips and said nothing.
After watching for a while, the butler slowly walked to his side and said, "Things collected over eight years, some misunderstandings and news about the madam, they were burned, so they were burned, no need, so no need. But some things you prepared for the wedding, even things prepared for the future little young master were also burned, and that most heart-stirring photo you took of madam when she was eighteen is also gone. Don't you feel quite regretful?"
