"You're welcome."
Shen Niantang took the book and flipped through it casually. It was certainly a fine choice for He Miaoran's studies.
Lu Hanze stood to the side, his gaze unconsciously drifting toward Shen Niantang’s profile. Sunlight filtered through the window, casting delicate shadows across her eyelashes. The faint, gentle, and lingering scent of her seemed to still cling to him.
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