Zhang Jingyun had always been a steady and composed person. Even though Yun Zi'an had clearly planted a rather formidable bomb for him, it failed to stir any ripples in his heart.
He leaned back against the head of the bed, pondered briefly, and then cast the matter out of his mind.
Late at night, the starlight outside the window was dim, and the moonlight poured into the room like water, shrouding everything in a hazy, silvery glow.
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