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The autumn night wind is always cool and unrestrained, hitting the face and stirring up Titus Zane's brown waves of hair.
Raising her wrist, she brushed the strands of hair off her face and hugged her handbag tightly.
When she arrived, it was Mr. Tang's driver who drove her, and she didn't feel cold, but now, wearing a wrap-around dress, standing on the scarcely trafficked street, she suddenly felt a bit cold.
Standing in front of the clubhouse's doors, Nathan Moore had his hands stuck in his trouser pockets. The flashing neon lights in front of the door blurred his figure.
The scene in front of him overlapped with the images in his mind, both were the back views of a single woman, beautiful yet very lonely.
