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... eam. Soon, Lin Qingyan was thirty-two years old while Qin Shuhua was fifty-four.
The sky in Hong Kong was a captivating turquoise. Every morning after Lin Qingyan woke up, he would put on a black robe and stand on the balcony to watch the sunrise. Whenever he did this, Qin Shuhua would either be leaning against his arms or watching his tall, slender body from behind with a smile.
Over the years, Lin Qingyan seemed to be living a very good life. At one point, he himself thought so ...
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