Subsidence

Some loves are destined not to last...

At last, Fang Yanning drew back the pearl gauze curtain and leaned against the white windowsill to look outside. Beyond it was a narrow balcony, and beyond the iron railing stretched a vast expanse of fog, a hazy milky white that evoked the feeling of gazing at the sea from a ship's deck. In the distance, she could still make out a dark silhouette. She thought he must have gotten into the car

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