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... ze falling on the centre of another light source. No one could say if these words were aimed at the restless guests or at Ye Xingguang, poised to leave.
The city’s most beautiful man then withdrew his gaze.
As his fingers danced across the black and white keys of the piano, his deep, peach-blossom eyes slowly closed.
As if he was brewing emotions, countless scenes and memories in his mind rewinded like a film…
Then, everyone heard Ye Junqing’s singing voice.
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