Fu Qian was not rambling.
He had a reason to believe that the item Tyler had taken out was actually a diary.
Because the page Fu Qian casually flipped to contained the following content:
"Rayelle does not truly have affection for me. What draws her close to me is the desire for the power within me, and she uses her exceptional acting skills to mask this..."
And that's a lot of information!
Fu Qian nodded repeatedly, looking at Tyler with a profound gaze.
"So, is your book a romance genre?"
"Strictly speaking, it's an ancient journal."
Tyler, who was sitting opposite, obviously saw the content on the page as well and cleared his throat before explaining.
A journal? That does sound more plausible.
Fu Qian pondered thoughtfully.
"How ancient?"
"At least a thousand years. It's been passed down through generations of my family."
In response to Fu Qian's question, Tyler remained composed and responded with a hint of a smile on his lips.