Shen Yan, Shen Ci

Beneath the glittering crystal chandeliers, amidst the glamorous crowd, I only want to find a quiet corner to escape the noise. But as I turn, I run right into a deep, intense gaze. A man stands not far away, his black suit accentuating his broad shoulders and narrow waist. His features are cold and sharp, exuding a natural, unapproachable aura. He just watches me quietly, his gaze direct and assertive, as if he has been watching me for a long time. I freeze instinctively. Just as I am about to look away, another gentle voice sounds by my side. "Did he scare you?" Another man walks over slowly. He has the exact same face as the first, but his demeanor is as warm and gentle as jade, with a faint smile. He naturally shields me from the crowding people around us, his movements gentlemanly and proper. Two almost identical faces—one cold, one warm; one quiet, one smiling.

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