October 13, 2017
Time swiftly flew to mid-October. That evening, a golden flying sword shot up from the Qian Family Mansion in QingCyan Cloud yun City, breaking through layers of obstacles like an unyielding warrior, battered yet unwavering, heading decisively towards its predetermined destination—Shen Garden to the east of the city.
The flying sword ultimately landed in front of a window, gently tapping the window frame twice with its hilt, prompting someone to open the window and remove the letter attached to the sword.
"Dearest Mr. Wang Jiu:
Long time no see, mwah! (Lip mark here)
I'm your cutest number one fan, Qian Yue. It's been a month; how have you been, sir? With someone like Shen Qingming who's such an idiot, and Li Chaolu who's so sneaky around you, you must have had a tough month. It's a pity I have no way to be by your side to share your pressure. As your number one fan, I really haven't done my duty, boohoo.
