The smoky breeze was warm, the afternoon sun was very dazzling, and the golden warm halo spread into the box obliquely.

Obviously, Jiang Yanxing stopped closer to the window, but the aura emanating from his body was dark and cold, and there was light in his eyes, which was a black and shiny tone, not a reflection of the sun.

Song Qitang clenched his fingers, and his nails cut deep into his fingertips, leaving a white mark.

A strong sense of presence cannot be ignored......

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