It was a chilly autumn night.
Xingyu was late returning home. Wei Lingbai sat in the pitch-black living room, the only light source coming from the harsh, piercing white glow of his phone screen. This singular light source cast his sharp, sculptural facial features into stark relief, yet his gray eyes remained hidden beneath the shadow of his prominent brow, making them impossible to read.
Within the span of just one hour, he had sent nearly a hundred messages, yet she had only replied with a few brief lines.
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