Zhou Qingyan leaned on the railing comfortably, watching the light outside and the dark night meeting at the end. The cold wind blew, and her nerves that had been tense for a long time suddenly relaxed. She had been back in Beijing for a long time, but this was the first time she had experienced the gentleness and beauty of this city.
"It's beautiful here." A cold voice sounded in my ears.
Zhou Qingyan was frightened, and when she turned around to look, she found a man sitting on the wicker chair next to her. There were no lights on the terrace, only the moonlight shone faintly. In the semi-darkness, she saw that the man had a chiseled face and a pair of eyes that were burning.
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