Bai Muyao's figure vanished behind the revolving doors of the café, leaving only a faint trace of perfume that slowly dissipated in the air.
Zhong Mingxiao leaned back heavily against his chair, feeling as though a massive boulder were crushing his chest, suffocating him to the point of breathlessness.
He picked up his coffee, which had already gone completely cold, and drained it in a single gulp. The bitter taste spread across his mouth, yet it did nothing to soothe the turmoil within him.
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