Her gaze locked with Li Tingchen’s deep, dark eyes. The faint, wavering light danced across his handsome features, leaving his face half-swallowed by shadow.
A perfect mirror of the man himself: one moment a saint, the next a devil.
Su Qingyu had proposed the condition with her heart in her throat. It was, after all, the first-birthday banquet he was throwing with another woman for their child.
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