Footsteps were deliberately muffled behind him, accompanied by the crunch of dead branches. Sensing something, Jiang Xingye turned his head slightly to look back. Recognizing who it was, a cold sneer curled the corners of his lips as he pushed open his courtyard gate.
Qingxiao had already heard the commotion and come running toward Jiang Xingye, wagging its tail happily like a dog. Jiang Xingye patted its head. "Go on!"
A faint fire in the stove and the dim, yellowish glow of a kerosene lamp fell across Xu Qinghuan's face. Her skin was delicate and white as porcelain, and a spark of fiery red danced on her cheek, adding a touch of alluring charm.
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