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Three minutes later, Jiang Yining panted as she crossed the courtyard. Through the night, she saw a tall figure in dark clothes that nearly blended into the darkness. He leaned against the car, relaxed and lazy, cold and proud. Even in the hazy night, his beauty was impossible to hide. Hearing her footsteps, Mu Chen lifted his gaze, the corner of his mouth curving slightly as he strode toward her