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... ing, the sky was overcast, and now a fine rain was falling. Wrapped in this mist, it looked like mist yet felt like rain, endlessly intertwined.
Jiang Zhiyan sat in the Maybach, looking at the neighborhood shrouded in rain and fog ahead, and lit another cigarette.
The car windows were all down, cold fine rain was swept inside by the wind. In a haze, he saw a solitary figure slowly walking into the rain from a building.
Startled, Jiang Zhiyan extinguished the freshly lit c ...
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