Meanwhile, at the Carter mansion.

For the past two days, if he did not need to take care of Jewel, Darryl would spend his time in the study room to practice his calligraphy and draw.

Debra had been by Darryl's side for the past two days. She really liked such a quiet place.

Debra loved Darryl very much. Wherever he went, she would tag along. So, she enjoyed watching Darryl write. Furthermore, she thought that the man's calligraphy was beautiful.

At that moment, Darryl sat by the study table and quietly wrote his calligraphy. Debra was beside him; she read a book of poetry.

"Hmm?" Suddenly, Debra trembled. Her red lips parted as she said, "Can somebody tell me what love is supposed to be? That makes death a beauty as long as you're with me…"

She recited the poem once again before she cocked her head and looked at Darryl in surprise. "Darryl, was this not the poem you wrote? Why would it be in this book of ancient poetry collection?

"What? Uh…" Darryl scratched his head. He turned