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The incomplete tangerine sun slowly peeked out from the dense clouds.
The twilight's glow fell on the skyscrapers of Lan City, where the glass facades of the buildings processed this light yet again, turning it into a kaleidoscopic array of colors, oddly resplendent in this bubble-wrapped city.
Ji Yun woke up to this last ray of apocalyptic twilight, with a smooth and tender body beside him, snuggling into his arm like a slightly startled fawn.
Gazing at her beautifully worried visage, Ji Yun didn't make a sound, instead he couldn't help but internally exclaim, "In Lan City, the undisputed god of snipers is none other than you, Qiu Mo!"
Thinking back to the class reunion a decade ago, the dazzling and charismatic Qiu Mo had awakened his youthful heart, filled with excitement and regrets. Compared to now, Ji Yun felt the plot was becoming more and more absurd and fantastical.
However, Qiu Mo's life trajectory probably hadn't changed because of him.
