The night was dark with the moon hanging high, just like when they first met over a decade ago at the Ghost Gate...
Di Yao didn't speak. Wei Xunzhou's hand traced along her cheek to behind her ear, then to her slender nape.
Di Yao felt the pressure on her nape increase slightly as the man before her leaned in.
A moment later, their noses touched. Di Yao's pupils widened. As if on purpose, Wei Xunzhou brushed against her again, then rested his forehead against hers.
Di Yao's entire body was taut. Every sensation on her face was amplified; even the warm breath from Wei Xunzhou made her heart flutter.
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