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When Lucien opened his eyes and saw the unfamiliar surroundings, he was baffled and confused.This should have been his afterlife.But instead, he found himself in a strange room, everything white and unfamiliar.He moved his head slightly and noticed a young boy sitting beside him, head lowered, asleep after crying.Lucien tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through his hand. It was tied to a thin tube.“Ah…” he hissed when the needle shifted painfully as he moved.The boy stirred at the movement. His eyes snapped open, and when he saw Lucien awake, they filled with tears.“Young Master, you finally woke up,” he cried.He leaned closer, his voice trembling. “Master, I’m so glad you woke up. You scared all of us. How could you try to take your life? Why did you jump into the pool when you don’t even know how to swim?”His whole body shook as he spoke.Lucien stared at him, dazed.When did I try to take my life? And what is a pool? Is it some kind of well or pond?Before he could as

As the painful memories of his past resurfaced, Lucien’s brows slowly furrowed. His eyes darkened with mixed emotions, regret, love, and quiet pain.He still could not understand it.He had always been a strong swimmer.So why, at that moment, had he been unable to move?Back then, it had felt as if his entire body had been paralyzed. He could only watch himself sink, helpless, as the cold water dragged him deeper into darkness.That pond…It had not been natural.It was an artificial one, built on Syran’s request.Syran loved feeding fish and taking walks by the water, so he had ordered the servants to construct a large, deep pond within the palace grounds.And, as always, the Queen Mother had agreed without hesitation.Lucien’s thoughts grew heavier.Was his death connected to Syran?Or was there someone else behind it?Across the room, Lyra watched him carefully.His expression had changed. There was something bitter and troubled in his eyes.For a brief moment, her gaze flickered,

When Lucien arrived at the house with David, he paused and looked up at the large building in front of him.His eyes widened slightly.The structure was grand, though different from the palace he once knew. It had its own style, its own quiet charm.With David’s help, he stepped out of the car and steadied himself.He glanced back at the vehicle with interest. That strange metal box had brought them here quickly, and he had not even been touched by the rain.The rain had stopped, but the scent of wet earth lingered in the air. He took a slow breath, letting the fresh smell fill his lungs.Then he followed David inside.The moment he stepped into the house, his gaze moved everywhere at once.Everything was unfamiliar.Everything was new.Though it was smaller than a palace, the house was filled with things he had never seen before.In the living room, he stopped again, staring openly.David patiently began explaining everything to him.There was something called a television, where peo

The next day, Lucien woke up early, as he was used to the strict routine of the palace.He shifted slightly and glanced at the clock beside his bed.It was only four in the morning.He turned over, trying to go back to sleep, but no matter how much he tried, sleep did not come.After an hour of restlessness, he gave up and got out of bed.He went to the bathroom, washed his face, and brushed his teeth. When he looked into the mirror, he paused.His hair was black, but not like before. It had soft curls.His skin was fair, but it lacked the clear, polished look he once had.He studied himself for a moment, then stepped out.As soon as he opened the door to leave his room, the door opposite his opened as well.He paused, slightly startled.Lyra stepped out.She was dressed in a black T-shirt and sports trousers. Her hair was messy, yet it somehow made her look more attractive.She looked at him in surprise.It was only five thirty in the morning.He used to sleep until the afternoon.He

Lyra picked out several sets of plain clothes for him, along with flat, comfortable shoes and sneakers after noticing how uncomfortable he had been in the boots.She did not like his previous style at all, so everything she chose reflected her own taste, simple, clean, and refined.Lucien nodded slightly as he looked at the clothes.He approved.At least these were wearable.There were a few men in the shop, regular customers from the same social circle.They were used to seeing all kinds of people here.Men who relied on their looks to spend wealthy women’s money.Men who got dragged out and beaten by angry husbands after using someone else’s card.It was all common.And it always turned into gossip.Now, their attention was on Lucien.He did not look like someone from a powerful background, and the way he observed the clothes with quiet curiosity only made it worse in their eyes.At the same time, they could not ignore the woman beside him.Beautiful, composed, clearly wealthy.Jeal