Weeks passed.

Brie was walking quietly along the side of the road. She remembered the first time she met Lanche. It almost ran over her. Her breathing was heavy while holding a folder. As time went on, she felt heavier and heavier. She couldn't stop the tears from dripping down her cheeks. She got out of the apartment. Quiet and uncrowded here. She sat out of it. As she held up a white folder. She couldn't help but cry. Her chest was very heavy. She could not accept everything.

She thought of taking some of her valuables to Lanche's mansion. The servants greeted her. Fortunately, Lanche is not here. She...