The silver mirror elevator stretched the figures of the two people very long, and the hazy reflection was on the elevator wall.

One is black and the other is red.

From a distance, it looks like the two are very close and are snuggling up to each other.

But in reality, the atmosphere in the elevator was condensed. The two of them stood far away.

If it weren't for He Sibai still forcibly holding Shen Qingzhao's wrist, they didn't seem to have any connection with each other.

Not only not like strangers, but more like enemies.

Shen Qingzhao's eyes were clear and quiet, just like her voice, it sounded like an ancient well without waves, without waves: "Let go." ”

There is no emotion mixed in.

Not even resentment, irritation.

It's really ruthless to the extreme.

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