Under the warm sunshine, the elegant piano exuded a cold aristocratic atmosphere, and the black and white keys danced up and down like jumping elves under the direction of his slender fingers. At the end of the song, he sighed slightly, and the corners of his beautiful mouth did not curl up at all. A cold voice sounded: "Steward Yu, have you found her?" Steward Yu looked at the handsome and cold face of the young master, and couldn't bear to tell him the hurtful results. "Keep looking, go down." He stood up and looked out the window, his thoughts drifting into the distance: "Annello, I'm sorry, I miss you so much..."