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... her.
Ji Muye’s tall and upright figure stood silently by the railing.
His black shirt was slightly wrinkled, a few buttons undone at the collar revealing a large expanse of fair skin, and his sleeves were casually rolled up to his forearms, his powerful arms lazily draped over the railing.
The chilly and noble temperament, coupled with an unignorable strong presence, was even more resplendent under the warm amber wall lights of the corridor.
He didn’t say anything ...
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