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Separated by a glass wall with an embossed pattern, he stood under the sunlight, his tall nose proud, his thin lips slightly curved, his long eyes a bit condensed.

Such appearance and expression, at first glance, made him seem too sharp, possessing a kind of keenness and edge that came from being worldly.

This aura was uniquely his.

She stared at him blankly, not even daring to breathe too heavily.

Fearing that this was yet another beautiful dream that she might accidentally wake from.

Gong Beiming!!

That name had been turned over in her mind thousands of times until he walked towards her, and then she finally opened her lips.

And, trembling, she called out that name.

He was smiling, a wicked and charming smile.

That smile seemed like the sun splitting the clouds, striking down violently, brightening the whole world.

She bit her tongue hard, so painful, it wasn't a dream.

She closed her eyes, rubbing them hard.