Qin Xiao efficiently cleared the dishes from the table, wiped the surface clean with a rag, and hung the cloth over the edge of the sink to drain.
He then took his keychain off the hook.
Qin Xiao walked briskly outside, opened the car door, and slid into the driver's seat. It was early afternoon, and the brilliant sunlight poured through the windows without reservation, spilling softly over his chiseled features as if draping him in a sheer, golden veil.
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