Everything was silent now. The streetlights in the residential complex were still on, occasionally flickering and adding a chilling, eerie atmosphere.
Almost everyone had fallen asleep, with only a few windows scattered here and there still glowing with light.
Inside the eighth-floor apartment, a woman sat in a disheveled heap on the floor, her expression wretched as she looked at the supremely noble man sitting on the sofa. Her eyes brimmed with thick, intense emotion, yet the man remained utterly oblivious, his slender fingers leisurely stroking the ring on his ring finger.
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