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... to-ceiling window, and the morning sun shone through the gaps in the blinds, casting stripes of light and shadow on Zhao Ling’s bare back.
Wei Tianyang played with her black hair in his right hand, his left hand spread out on the bed, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.
Exhausted from the night’s efforts, Zhao Ling was spent. She lay in his arms, seeming much smaller than he remembered, sleeping soundly, her hands resting on Wei Tianyang’s chest, like a young girl seeking pr ...
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