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... orning.
Lin Feng stepped through the glass doors, hands in his pockets, eyes scanning casually — like a man browsing for a painting, not walking into a trap.
Ye Yuyan stood near the center, adjusting a canvas with trembling fingers. The envelope she’d received earlier lay open on the table beside her — now slightly crumpled, like someone had clutched it too tightly.
She didn’t turn around when she spoke.
"You knew they’d come for me, didn’t you?"
Lin glanc ...
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