A few days later, on his way back from evening self-study, Dorian Lin passed by a familiar alley. The alley was dimly lit and pitch black.
He turned on the flashlight and was about to walk in when someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder.
Dorian Lin was slightly startled. When he turned around and saw the person in front of him, he frowned without leaving any trace.
Jiang Zhui looked at him through the light of Dorian Lin's flashlight. The weak light traced a faint halo around Dorian Lin's body, as if adding a layer of filter. Jiang Zhui stared at him, and for a moment, he was so beautiful that it made people lose consciousness. .
Until the light of the flashlight in Dorian Lin's hand dazzled his eyes twice, and the owner of the flashlight asked him in a cool voice, "Is something wrong?"
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