Half an hour later, when the butler came by to deliver tea, he froze.
There, on the desk, beside the boy's study books, was a small glass jar.
Inside it lay a single strawberry candy.
Unwrapped? No. Perfectly preserved, as though it were a treasure.
The butler blinked again.
Yun Jue didn't notice his presence. He was staring at the candy, deep in thought, the same kind of deep thought that his business-minded father often had while reviewing billion-yuan contracts.
Except this time, the "contract" was a pink-wrapped candy and a faint imprint of a kiss on his cheek that refused to fade.
Downstairs, the servants whispered among themselves.
"Did you hear? Young Master Yun smiled today."
"What?! No way!"
"He did! Apparently, there was a little girl in the park."
"A little girl? Our young master? Impossible!"
"I swear, even the young master's friends looked traumatized."
"...The apocalypse must be near."
