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At both ends of the wall, a lamp hung, each specially crafted to resemble a lantern. The amber glow came from there.
"Mr. Luo, what do you think?" Secretary Guo asked for guidance.
Luo Xiyun wanted to refuse, but through the misty steam, she saw Chen Xu's face. Since that dream, it was the first time she'd looked so intently at his face.
Under the light, his face seemed to be coated with a golden aura.
It was just like the last day in her dream, where he sat in a wheelchair, gazing at the rising sun at the end of the icy mountain.
A wave of emotion surged in her heart and instantly ignited the irritation inside her.
Why him?
How could it be him?
Why did it have to be him?
No, it was just a dream.
She squeezed the towel in her hand and said, "You, come a little closer."
Anyone could see that her demeanor had turned serious. Even the new colleagues who didn't know her well sensed the pressure.
Quietly, the atmosphere changed.
