Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
As Qian Qiangyu entered the room, a profound silence fell upon the entire space, enveloping it in a stillness.
Wei Wenqiang was about to ask sothing when Qian Qiangyu leaned in gently towards Li Yidao, his voice tinged with sorrow and laced with traces of both resignation and longing.
“Is she… here?” he softly inquired.
The emotion in his voice seed to carry a deep sense of sadness, and perhaps even a glimr of affection, as discerned by his eyes.
This bold thought briefly stunned Li Yidao, who chose to observe in silence rather than respond imdiately.
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