Fu Tingyu wasn't back yet at this hour.
Qin Shu walked to the door of the study, grabbed the doorknob, pushed the door open, and walked in.
The study was very quiet, and the light was very dim because the curtains were drawn tightly.
Qin Shu looked at the two fondant figurines on the desk. He had placed the fondant figures in the most conspicuous position on the desk the day she had given them to him. He would be able to see them as long as he looked up.
She walked to the desk and sat on the leather chair that Fu Tingyu would sit on every day.
His desk was just like him. There was only a computer, a mahogany pen holder beside it, a stack of folders, and the fondant figures.
The tabletop was clean and tidy.
Qin Shu opened her bag and took out a pink post-it. She took a pen from the pen holder, pulled the pen cap off the pen, and wrote a sentence on the note.
In death or life separated and far apart,
