In an instant, Ryan felt the entire room was eerily silent, as if in a vacuum. Besides his own heartbeat, he heard nothing.

The diary was yellowed with age, a testament to the many years Yasmin had used it.

Ryan's fingers trembled as he carefully turned the pages. Although Yasmin had never received a formal education, her writing was neat, even showing a masculine strength. It closely resembled Ryan's own handwriting.

Ryan's writing had been taught to him by his father from a young age. Being around him day and night, Yasmin had naturally been influenced. Perhaps her admiration for him was so deep that she unconsciously mimicked his handwriting, hoping to bridge the gap between them.

Yasmin did not write every day. What she recorded were moments that were significant to her.

[Today, I followed Young Master to Mr. Finn's funeral. With Mr. Finn gone, the burden of the family now falls on Young Master. The road ahead will be hard, but there is no need to fear. I am here. Mr. Finn, rest assured. Even if the sky falls, I will protect Young Master without hesitation.]

[Recently, Young Master seems different from before. He smiles for no reason even while eating. Could it be that he is in love? Who is the lady who has opened Young Master's closed heart? I would love to meet her.]

[Ms. Carrie is a lovely girl. She deserves Young Master. Truly a person with great taste!]

[Young Master, this is the 14th Thanksgiving I have spent with you. I used to not understand the meaning of reunion, but now that you have a wife, such festivals hold special significance for you. They also hold special meaning for me.]

[Young Master, the moon tonight is beautiful. Just like the love I have for you, an affection I can never speak of.]

diary.

yellowed photograph clipped from a newspaper caught his tear-blurred vision. It was from ten years ago, during a

past completing his coming-of-age ceremony, stood tall and majestic, following behind Logan, exuding the presence of a future head

behind him was the young Yasmin, dressed in a black bodyguard uniform, her hair tied in a high

the young girl watching his back was bright and clear, shimmering with gentle radiance. She

should tell you if I do, so you can help me vet them. God knows how fast my

about marriage. Actually, I am already married. I silently married you in my heart.] [Young Master, my only wish in

clutched the diary to his chest, slowly crouching down as his tears flowed uncontrollably. At first, it was a whimper, gradually turning into heart-wrenching sobs, making it hard for him to breathe. Yasmin had loved him deeply for so many years. Yet he, like a

who had watched him day in and day out with women, not be in pain? How could someone endure such heartache and still continue

there be such a steadfast person in this world? What was

there is an afterlife..."

protect your happiness for a lifetime. Let us

could vanish from Ryan's life at any moment. Only the pink diary was kept

could not be turned on, but it was repaired by Young Master Ralph's technicians at the police station. The screen was

trembled as he took the phone. He opened the photo album and was instantly overwhelmed with sorrow, barely

dressed in a dog costume, Yasmin in a rabbit

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