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Fu Han and Luo Qinghe exited the elevator one after the other, and she bid him goodnight before heading straight to her own room.
The light from above the corridor cast down upon Fu Han, making her long black coat shimmer as if edged with gold, accentuating her tall and slender figure, like a bamboo that would never bend.
As she moved, the light-reflecting floor seemed adorned with the blossoming of black petals.
Her hand was already on the door handle when Luo Qinghe's detached voice arose from behind her, "Fu Han, what's going on between you and Su Cheng?"
Fu Han paused for two seconds and turned around with a smile, "Why do you ask that?"
Luo Qinghe's handsome eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "What exactly is the matter with you two? You didn't talk all night, and you don't at all resemble a couple."
