Meanwhile, in the bustling center of Jiangshan City, in the skyscraper known as the Jiangshan Group Building, Liang Chen lies in bed, deeply asleep.
A relaxed expression hangs on his extraordinarily handsome face, his arm slightly bent, cradling a soft comforter as if he were embracing the woman who silently and symptomless snuck into his marrow.
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The next day in Jiangshan City, it's another rare good weather day.
The sky is so blue it could be spray painted, looking up there isn't a single white cloud, the sun shines brilliantly on the earth, the light is bright and dazzling.
In early spring, temperatures are just right. The beautiful women on the street have shed the bulky cotton-padded jackets from the colder months. Those not afraid of the cold have donned elegant skirts, showing off their white, slender legs.
