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The two-story modern villa before Gao Yang was well-lit. It seemed that the lights in every room were turned on.
Wang Zikai was the same as ever. There was nothing in the world he feared but loneliness, and the darkness of the late night cultivated loneliness.
Gao Yang stood at the door, pondering if he should ring the doorbell or go through the window.
Click. The door opened then. Dressed in cotton pajamas with standing collars of a fashionably old-fashioned color, Wang Zikai emerged with a bag of trash, his other hand reaching under the hem of his shirt to scratch his back.
They both paused for a second.
“Gao Yang?!”
Wang Zikai broke into a beam, but quickly thought better of it and schooled his expression, standing there blankly, at a loss of what to say.
Wang Zikai had been worried about Gao Yang the past few days.
When he heard about...
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