Yves King sensed the change in her tone and stopped at the mouth of an alley. Under the dim projection of a streetlamp, his solitary figure appeared desolate and deeply endearing, exuding resolute and stubborn sorrow.
Leah Fujiwara approached the man step by step. She did not know what she was feeling at the moment, but suddenly realized that this man possessed an irresistible charm, and she had been deeply drawn to him without knowing it. He did not turn around but simply stood there, in the moonlight, in the night breeze. With tender affection and alluring grace, from behind, she wrapped her arms around him...
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In the opulent living room, the floor-to-ceiling windows let the sunlight through the pure and transparent glass, slicing it into pieces that brightly illuminated the space.
