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... deep, and the evening breeze was slightly cool.
The dim streetlights cast long, solitary shadows.
Sheng Qianchi’s car was parked in the middle of the road, arrogantly blocking Pei Nianchen’s path.
The road was deserted and empty, clearly cordoned off.
He wore black trousers and a black shirt, lazily leaning against the car door, holding a cigarette between his fingers, elegant and aloof.
In the night breeze, the smoke rose in tendrils, blurring together, ...
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