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Inside the café.
An Yan wore a one-letter black AY dress that cinched at the waist, creating a stark visual contrast with her milky skin.
Her features were as picturesque as a painting, refined and ethereal, with seaweed-like raven curls draped around her waist, making her a striking scene to behold as she sat there.
She was flipping through documents, waiting for her business partner to arrive.
A shadow fell over her.
An Yan instinctively looked up, ...
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