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When he returned to the Dilan Mo Residence, it was already approaching dawn.
The midnight sky was exceptionally radiant, mysteriously enchanting, with a chilly breeze rustling by, lifting the heavy curtains that hung to the ground.
As Long Chengyu stepped out of the bedroom in his robe, Shu Yimo was seated on the sofa in the small side hall, trimming her manicured nails.
"Didn't they look really nice? Why did you wash it off?"
The man took a seat next to her, still holding a large towel, drying his partially wet ink-black hair, and upon seeing the woman removing the red polish from her nails with nail polish remover, he asked as well.
Shu Yimo glanced at her now clean and neatly cut hands, reached for a damp towel to wipe them, and said, "I'm about to start classes at the school, so it's better to be more meticulous. It's been a long time since I studied, and I've nearly forgotten what it feels like to attend classes."
