"What is there to talk about?" Pei Cheng tugged at his collar, the bite mark on his lip clearly visible under the lights.
Gu Yan crushed his cigarette butt; the metallic grinding sound was piercing in the silent corridor. He took a step forward, chin tilted slightly upward. "Let's talk on the terrace."
"Let's go." Pei Cheng shoved his hands into his pockets.
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