In the morning light, Qian Xiaoyu blushed, turned, and ran off, her ponytail tracing a playful arc behind her.
Gu Yuan finished the last drop of soy milk, and his bowls and plates clinked crisply as he put them into the glass sink.
Pushing open his apartment door, the early autumn morning breeze rushed at him carrying the scent of osmanthus. He stretched his arms and took a deep breath, the tailored fabric of his suit tightening across his shoulders and back in a smooth line.
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