From now on, there’s no need to worry anymore.

……

Just as beautiful as the last song!

Emily Harris found herself more and more interested as she listened, finding it more and more pleasant, and before she knew it, her eyes had closed.

She liked listening to music, but she didn’t understand anything about music theory—she simply thought it sounded good and was willing to listen to it over and over, especially since the person on the rooftop was singing something she’d never heard before.

Listening to such a melodious and gentle song, tinged with a bit of sadness, she gradually felt as if her whole heart was emptied, and her mood unknowingly grew better and better.

This feeling made her more and more entranced.

When the person stopped again, Emily Harris opened her eyes and realized that it was already getting dark, especially in the stairwell, which had become dim and yellowish, as if night would fall at any moment.

She raised her wrist to check the time and was startled—it was already 6:20, which meant she had been sitting there listening for over half an hour! Although the person on the rooftop didn’t seem ready to leave, she knew she couldn’t keep listening, so she stood up and, while the person on the rooftop hadn’t noticed her, carefully made her way downstairs.

……

She definitely wouldn’t be able to read her novel now, but Emily Harris was in an unusually good mood. Once she returned to the office on the third floor, safe from being overheard, she even started humming—and the song she hummed was the very one she’d just heard.

She was packing up to go downstairs when her phone suddenly rang.

She jumped, instinctively answering the call right away, glancing nervously in the direction of the rooftop she couldn’t even see, only to realize it was that familiar number. She couldn’t help but frown in regret.

“Hey, Little Emily, I’m at Dongcheng Grand Hotel, having dinner with a client. We’re going to KTV later—do you want to come hang out for a bit?”

“Uh, I think I’ll pass? You should focus on your client. If I come, it’ll just be inconvenient for you guys!”

The person on the other end chuckled and said, “There’s nothing else planned tonight, just singing. Come on over!”

Emily Harris showed a conflicted expression, but in the end, she forced a smile and said, “Oh, I see. Alright then, I’ll come over after I finish dinner.”

……

After hanging up, Emily Harris couldn’t help but sigh, and all the good mood from earlier seemed to vanish in an instant.

She picked up her laptop bag, locked the door, and headed downstairs. Just as she was about to reach the second floor, she subconsciously stopped and looked up: there were several floors between her and the rooftop, so she couldn’t hear anything, but somehow, she just felt that the person on the rooftop was still playing the piano, still singing.

“I wonder which class that student is from, and which girl will be moved this time…”

She shook her head, sighed, and gave a helpless, bitter smile before turning to go downstairs.

Chapter 6 About the Future (Part 1)

When Grace Miller got home, she was surprised to find that her father was actually back.

“Dad?” she called out in surprise, then noticed there was someone else sitting on the sofa.

Seeing someone come in, the man immediately stood up and smiled.

He was a young man.

At first glance, he looked very capable, dressed in a crisp suit, with sharp features.

At second glance, he was quite handsome. He was at least 1.8 meters tall, with a tall and slender build, bright yet reserved eyes, and an air of vigor and strength in his appearance.

At third glance, he seemed like a man used to drinking coffee—his every move was understated, not slow but light-footed, and his smile carried a touch of elegant gentlemanliness.

“You must be Little Grace? Hello, I’m Sarah Cooper.” He greeted her proactively, flashing a set of neat, white teeth as he smiled.

Grace Miller was a bit stunned and replied blankly, “Hello.”

At this moment, Grace Miller’s father, David Miller, cheerfully introduced, “Do you remember your Uncle Zhao from Dadong Company? I took you and your mom to have dinner with him before. 毓敏 is Uncle Zhao’s son—he just got his degree and came back from the UK. Uh, which university was it again?” The last sentence was directed at Sarah Cooper.

Sarah Cooper maintained his reserved smile and replied, “Cambridge, Trinity College.”

David Miller exclaimed, “Ah, right! Trinity College! My memory, honestly… Bachelor’s in Civil Engineering, right?”

Sarah Cooper smiled and nodded.

By now, Grace Miller had changed into her slippers and entered the living room. Sarah Cooper looked at her and asked, “Uncle said you’re in your second year of high school? I heard your grades are pretty good!”

With such a handsome and unfamiliar young man suddenly at home, Grace Miller felt at a loss for what to do with her hands and feet. She just stiffly nodded, “Yes, I’m in my second year.”