Ronan initially wanted to say Wynter came from “a small ce” with limited vision. Yet, seeing her


    composed demeanor made him doubt himself. No matter what anyone said, whoever Fabian


    acknowledged


    was the one!


    Ronan reassured himself with this thought. Wynter still smiled lightly with a distinguished demeanor.


    She didn’t bother chatting with Fabian.


    “We’re here.” Ronan nced around and noted, “We really do have to


    queue.”


    Indeed, there was a huge crowd. People who had appointments were lined up from inside to outside.


    The store’s antique facade disyed


    a dazzling array of antiques.


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