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      The Remaining Warmth Of Fog Harbor Chapter 29

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      by — Strict order to return home The regular meeting of investment bank executives on Wednesday had just ended. Before Lu Wanheng could look through the new drawings sent by Shen Zhiyi from the studio, the special assistant knocked on the office door solemnly, placed a sealed brown paper bag on the table, and said in a very low voice: "Mr. Lu, the urgent mail just received from the same city has no sender. The front desk said it was delivered by hand. You'd better take a look now." Lu Wanheng's fingertips…
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      The Remaining Warmth Of Fog Harbor Chapter 28

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      by — Relatives approve When Lu Wanheng parked the car on the boulevard in the mid-level villa area, Shen Zhiyi's fingertips were still gently holding the skirt, and the light apricot knitted suit was pinched into shallow wrinkles.She turned her head and looked at the person beside her. Lu Wanheng was wearing a simple off-white suit. His expression was still calm, but the knuckles holding the steering wheel were slightly white. There was even a trace of imperceptible nervousness hidden in his usually calm…
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      The Remaining Warmth Of Fog Harbor Chapter 27

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      by — The lack of heart gradually fills up Shen Zhiyi was lying on the painting table on the balcony, and her fingertips gently rubbed the hand-painted bookmark that Lu Wanheng carried with her. The foggy blue cardboard glowed with a warm light, and the tassels hung down on the watercolor painting, blending with the brushstrokes of the "Evening Thoughts" series.The Wugang River outside the window was sparkling, and the sound of Lu Wanheng cooking sweet soup came from the kitchen. The aroma of cinnamon and snow…
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      The Remaining Warmth Of Fog Harbor Chapter 26

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      by — Bookmarks to keep in mind On the third day after returning from sketching at the pier at the weekend, Shen Zhiyi was nestled on the lazy sofa in the balcony studio, flipping through the couple's book filled with photos and drawings, running his fingertips across the rough watercolor paper, and a tender thought suddenly came to his mind.She dug out the remaining fine-grained cardboard and used scissors to cut it into a palm-sized rectangle. The edges were polished smooth and rounded. She picked up a…
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      The Remaining Warmth Of Fog Harbor Chapter 25

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      by — Picking up light at the pier The foggy harbor on the weekend fades away from the hustle and bustle of the working day. The mist on the river surface is crushed by the morning light and sprinkles on the wooden plank road of the pier, glowing with a warm light.Lu Wanheng deliberately turned down all social activities and work, held Shen Zhiyi's hand, carried a backpack full of painting supplies, and walked into the fireworks of the old pier in the early morning sea breeze. This was the first time the two…
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      The Remaining Warmth Of Fog Harbor Chapter 24

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      by — in your name On the third week after moving into the River View Apartment, Shen Zhiyi officially set up a new roll of rough-grained watercolor paper in the center of the easel, and wrote two clear and small characters - "Wateful Thoughts". Each stroke contains puns that only she and Lu Wanheng can understand: It is Wan Heng’s Wan, and it is the meaning of Zhiyi; It is the gentleness of the night, the determination of the intention; What's more, the long night of fog in Hong Kong has cleared, and the…
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      The Remaining Warmth Of Fog Harbor Chapter 23

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      by — Wugang Nuanju In the morning in the penthouse apartment, I am always gently awakened by the river breeze and morning light in Fog Harbor.Lu Wanheng was used to opening her eyes at six o'clock on time. The person in her arms was still curled up on the pillow, her hair was rubbing against the hollow of her neck, her breathing was even and long, and her fingertips were gently holding the corners of her pajamas, like a kitten craving for warmth.She carefully pulled out the arms that were pillowed under her…
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      The Remaining Warmth Of Fog Harbor Chapter 22

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      by — Painting Every Moment On the third day after officially establishing their relationship, Lu Wanheng pushed a custom mobile easel and led Shen Zhiyi by the hand into the high-end penthouse apartment overlooking the river. Fingerprint entry and access control activation were completed in one go. When Shen Zhiyi pressed her fingertip against the lock and heard the soft beep, the last remnants of unease in her heart were completely enveloped by a steadying warmth. This apartment had been Lu Wanheng’s…
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      The Remaining Warmth Of Fog Harbor Chapter 21

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      by — The fog dissipates, the light arrives. After the final full-process rehearsal before the art exhibition ended, the lights at the Riverside Art Center dimmed one by one. Only the warm light above the center piece, Cold Light, remained, falling quietly on two overlapping figures. Shen Zhiyi packed up her color cards and brushes. Just as her fingertips touched the drawing tube, her wrist was gently grabbed. The grip was gentle yet firm, with no intention of letting go. Lu Wanheng stood by her side. She had…
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      The Remaining Warmth Of Fog Harbor Chapter 20

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      by — Parting Ways on a Rainy Night The residual dampness from the storm clung to the bluestone pavement along with the cold wind, weaving the recently dispersed fog back together. Milky white vapor rose from the river and drifted ashore, wrapping around the eaves, window frames, and streetlamps of the Old Town District, turning all of Wugang into a hazy ink wash painting. Shen Zhiyi’s figure turned into the narrow alley of the art studio. The black wooden door closed with a creak, shutting out the car’s…
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