The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and a few clusters of flower branches peeked out from the thorns. They were double pomegranates as red as pigeon blood gems. Their beauty was almost wanton, and they just hit people's sight without hesitation. The milky-white grand piano is painted with gold, and her raised eyes are like two pools of black mercury, with the flowing charm of a musical score.
Time seemed to pause for a few seconds. In fact, in his eyes, she was like a little crab on the beach after the tide ebbs. She knew her fate, but struggled desperately not to come into the fisherman's nest. He couldn't bear to see the vividness disappear into silence. But he couldn't, because in Cheng Yunqing's heart, the number one priority was always the chief.
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