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The rain hadn't stopped, just lessened a bit, rain threads blown by the wind like uncut strands of sorrow, falling silently from the black sky, only gaining clarity when illuminated by the bright headlights as they reached the ground.
Long Yutian had no bodyguards following him, neither did he bring any rain gear. After getting out of the car, he walked through the drizzle, his black suit quickly getting soaked by the rain...
He had lost weight, his facial contours more pronounced, and his brows sharper than before. He staggered a bit as he ascended the steps, seemingly drunk...
Even though she knew he couldn't see her from this angle, Xia Yanxin still recoiled in excessive fright, retreating into the darkness, her body shaking against the wall. She glanced up at the digital clock with night illumination on the bedside table—1 A.M. What the hell was this bastard doing here at this time?
Why was he always haunting her like this?
