The chandeliers on the ceiling shone one one in clusters, and the pale yellow of the wall lamps was so faint in the dazzling white light that it almost completely melted in.

Lin Yimian stood in this light, her porcelain white skin delicate and silky. When the head is lowered, the neck curves elegantly. Looks like a solitary swan.

Song Wenli stared at her for a while, then withdrew his gaze, "You are still a little self-aware. ”

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