“Miss Lin.”
Just as Alana was about to get into the car, Lu Jiashu’s voice sounded behind him.
With his back to him, Alana’s hand was still resting on the car door.
The autumn wind blew, and the ginkgo trees in the courtyard rustled down.
Alana closed the car door and turned to look at Lu Jiashu in a bright yellow leaf.
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