After leaving the palace, Nolan Meng walked side by side with Shen Xuan.
The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, a gust of night wind blew in, carrying the agarwood unique to the prosperous place.
Nolan Meng wanted to say something, but he turned his head and looked into a pair of dark eyes. The words that came to his lips were instantly swallowed back in his throat. It seems that nothing is appropriate, so silence is golden.
Along the way, the flowers, buildings, rivers and squares in the distance are brightly lit. The nearby streets and alleys were silent.
Immersed in inexplicable emotions, Nolan Meng was a little distracted.
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