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Warm sunlight shone through the large French windows.

On a rattan table, there was a cup of steaming hot tea. The tea was fragrant and the tea was sweet.

Ke Chen was sitting on a rattan chair in a beige white housedress, drinking tea and reading a book.

Since he left the door in the morning, Duan Qingfeng had been busy until around 3 in the afternoon