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To get to the small cabin, they had to pass by the Shang family's old mansion.
Shen Chaoxi and Zhong Li each rode a mountain bike, chatting and laughing along the way.
As they passed the large black iron gate, Shen Chaoxi was wondering, who would be coming out now?
The next second, the iron gate made a heavy sound, like the gates of an ancient castle that hadn't been opened for a hundred years, needing to break through the rust to open.
She looked towards the gradually widening gap in the door.
"Squeak!" As the mountain bike's brakes screeched against the tire, Shen Chaoxi's body lurched forward from the momentum and then stopped there.
The afternoon sunlight squeezed through the gap in the door, little dots of white light converging into a beam that passed around the tall figure.
Shen Chaoxi's eyes were slightly stung, especially when those deep eyes looked at her, and that thin-lipped smile seemed to understand everything.