Matsumoto Sayuri gracefully reached into her exquisite handbag, carefully groping inside until her fingers finally brushed against the sleek, compact phone. She withdrew it gently, as if handling a precious treasure.
She skillfully tapped the screen, and just as she was about to swipe to find Kiyonaga Matsumoto’s number to call him, the screen suddenly flared with a brilliant light. She looked closer and saw a name she knew better than anyone else flashing on the display—Kiyonaga Matsumoto!
The sudden coincidence caught Sayuri off guard for a moment, but then her cherry-red lips curled upward, forming a warm, charming smile tinged with a hint of apology.
Chapter 1747