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... > Dusk fell as the stars intertwined with the city’s neon lights.
Tang Song leaned against the glass curtain wall of the living room, staring blankly at the distant skyline, occasionally sipping his ice-cold whiskey.
His mind was filled with the image of Wen Ruan’s final departure.
It was the first time he had seen her cry.
There were no loud arguments or hysterics; her emotions remained stable even when she cried.
That very composure allowed Tang Song to ...
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