When Mason was about to head to the office the next morning, the servant informed him that someone had come, bringing two items.

Mason adjusted his cufflinks, his eyebrows relaxing. "Where are the items?"

The servant presented two meticulously crafted boxes, intending to carry them to the second floor for Mason. However, he calmly said, "I'll handle it myself."

He took the boxes upstairs and gently opened them.

The two items, though cleaned and repaired, couldn't restore the words Zoe wrote in the past.

It was a diary, half filled with Zoe's passionate and naive words and half with white silk paper.

Mason's slender fingers gently touched those words. His expression was tender as if looking at Zoe when she was 18, passionately in love with him.

He looked at it for a long time, and the photo was hung on the wall.

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Three days later, Zoe met Mason at a social event.

She and David were seeking sponsorship for a dinner. After drinking two glasses of red wine, she felt a bit lighth