Daniel was itching with curiosity. He really wanted to know what Maisie had written. He remembered that in the

past, she used to be a quiet person, unlike other girls, who went on shopping sprees for no reason. She used to

prefer to stay at home and write or draw.

Every poem she had written back then had carried his shadow, and every painting had depicted him. However, he

hadn't cherished these gestures at the time. Perhaps when someone was held in the palm of one's hand for too

long, they started taking their sincerity for granted.

"Well..." Daniel cleared his throat to feign nonchalance. "This investment proposal seems decent. Your company

could actually expand further. An additional investment is not out of the question..."

Lily chuckled and turned her computer screen. On the display was the manuscript Maisie had sent.

"Dansie?" Daniel was momentarily puzzled.

"Yes." Lily nodded. "That's her pen name, and it combines both your names! How about that? Are you pleased?"

Daniel remained outwardly composed, but just as Lily had said, he was more than pleased—he was ecstatic.

He read the story seriously, scrutinizing every line and savoring every sentence. He could see Maisie's affection for

she cared about him,

stood in front of the window

Lily admitted. "But sincerity is its

of writing meet

"Her words have a warm feel, so they

a group of loyal

book doesn't sell well, I'll bear the loss. Just on one

her find out."

"It might not sell poorly, and perhaps she'll be a rising

literary world!

the way..." She perceived his thoughts and asked softly, "What are your plans

Daniel hesitated.

thing to say," she advised. "But you need to understand that

truth. It'd be better for you to tell

someone else, don't

"She doesn't remember it..."

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