"Why are you here?"

Luo Yiyi dragged her suitcase and stood at the door of her house, ignoring the unknown guests in the room looking her up and down, her eyes just staring at the black-rimmed glasses sitting in the center of the crowd and jotting down something in a pen notebook.

The afterglow of the setting sun slanted into the room from the doorway, stretching Luo Yiyi's shadow into a slender shape. She also wears black-framed glasses, and if she doesn't look closely, she looks like she is a pair with Tan Tian's. Her forehead was a little tanned, and there was a tiredness under her eyes.

"Ah, you're back." Tan Tian smiled lightly, and a surprise that was not easy to detect passed under his eyes. He stood up, like a master receiving a distinguished guest from afar, smiling, and walked through the crowd.

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