A tear slid down the middle-aged man’s cheek. The tear then fell onto the report and slightly smeared one of the words.
Stunned, he hastily used a piece of tissue paper to dab the paper. When it was finally dried, he sighed in relief before pressing the paper against his chest as if it was a precious treasure to him.
Right then, someone knocked on the door.
“Who is it?” The man whipped his head around and swiftly hid the report under a stack of documents on the table.
“Your Majesty, it’s me.”
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