Grace Nie couldn't sleep that night.
Tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, she got up and wanted to drink some wine to help her sleep, but when she opened the door, she saw a ray of light coming in.
The light and shadow were dim, outlining a vague outline. Shen Jingwei stood alone in front of the window, casting a lonely slanting shadow on the floor.
He still had a beer in his hand, and empty cans were scattered around him.
Driven by an inexplicable compulsion, Grace Nie looked silently for a long time. He felt that he could smell the aroma of wine wafting from a long distance.
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