When Li Bai accompanied Wang Zhaojun back to her room, the chill at her fingertips still lingered around his wrist like an untwistable strand of ice-silk.
"Don't go." Her voice was very soft, yet her fingertips suddenly tightened with a force unlike someone who had been drinking.
Li Bai looked down at her, candlelight casting delicate, fragmented shadows on her eyelashes. He sighed, but didn't pull away again.
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