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... d black pants, paired with a black windbreaker. The light fell on his shoulder, as if a layer of silvery moonlight had been spread upon him.
It was unclear when he had arrived, but he seemed to have been standing there for a long time, not as warm and passionate as before, possessing an indescribable air of cold nobility. He was holding a black briefcase, its contents unknown.
Hannah Johnson furrowed her brows.
Why is it him?
She watched him intently until he walk ...
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