An unknown wind blows from the end of the corridor, and the moisture and lonely ringing become fillers that fill this space.
The corners of the black silk robe were blown up by the wind.
The man broke the silence, stepped on the broken floor tiles, and walked towards the direction where the ringing sound came from.
The sound of his feet stepping on broken porcelain seemed to wake up Mobius. He walked behind the man, his tall figure not like a bodyguard, but like an overgrown pet.
Kabis didn't like the feeling that Mobis gave people, but he didn't have the courage to stand in front of Arthur Yan for the time being, so he could only follow Mobis silently, as if he was the one responsible for breaking up the rear.
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