It wasn't completely dark outside, and the evening sun was still there.

Jiang Yang's voice fell, and the carriage stopped.

Ye Tushen stared at Jiang Yang's eyes, thoughtful.

How nice would it be if the person in front of him was Wen Yun?

If she liked herself half as much as Jiang Yang, he would be content.

Thinking of this, a trace of tenderness flashed in Ye Tushen's eyebrows.

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