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... ot in a showy, nouveau-riche way. Everything was understated: dim lighting, warm wooden panels, a single painting hanging over a minimalist fireplace. It gave off the kind of quiet wealth that didn’t need to speak aloud.
Xue Lian stood by the windows, her figure outlined against the dark glass. The city’s skyline twinkled in the distance behind her like a bed of stars turned sideways.
"I don’t usually host people here," she said without turning. "But you’re not just anyone, are y ...
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