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After calming down in his arms, Jiang Ni opened her eyes and gazed out of the window, continuing to be lost in thought.
In the courtyard, everything seemed to have hit pause, the trees motionless, the moonlight painting the branches, casting a layer of silver frost.
Jiang Ni's expression was distant, and it was only then that she realized winter had arrived.
In Beijing, spring and autumn were both short, and winter was especially long. She blinked lightly, and then she saw the flower branches swaying in the wind.
As she was in a daze, someone lightly pinched her shoulder and neck.
She instinctively shrank to the side, and was immediately held in place.
"Don't move."
The man's voice was husky, a very light sound, as if afraid to disturb her.
Hearing his voice, Jiang Ni slowly relaxed her tense body.
