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with darkness. The neon lights on the street began to flicker, reflecting on the windows, casting the faces inside in a murky, indistinct light. A sense of oppressive melancholy hung heavy in the air....h, and hurriedly said; "I'll call you later", before Rong Ling could react, she hurriedly hung up the phone.That man raised an eyebrow, a mix of annoyance and displeasure on his face. That woman, dari...