With that, Monsieur Ander sighed softly, bowed to a thoughtful Cesare, turned and left the room, leaving Cesare alone to rest and recuperate.

Cesare watched the man leave, thinking of the kindness in the old count's eyes before he died...... The wings that tried to shield themselves from the wind and snow will never come back.

The paper in the envelope was pulled out and unfolded, revealing a full of dignified and elegant handwriting.

The old man's words are like his long life, full of traces of time, as if every throbbing character is a delicate painting, and every stroke is full of charm and its steady power.

Cesare ......

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