C224 A Moving Love Poem

Guu Rann's voice filled the room as she recited the poem she had penned on the paper.

A profound silence enveloped the Tianchu Chamber of Commerce's auction hall following Yu Kun's reading of the poem. It lingered until, after a considerable pause, Yu Kun heard the soft sound of weeping. It wasn't Tang Xiangyang; it was a woman.

Meanwhile, in a separate private room