"They're over here!" the procuress roared.
He clutched her, sprinting through a flurry of falling petals. As he turned, the hem of his robe brushed against the begonia tree, shaking down a few blooms that drifted softly onto her flushed cheeks.
In that moment, Shen Zhaoyi realized that falling in love could happen in a mere heartbeat—in the look he gave her when he saw through her disguise, in the warmth of his palm, and in this escape toward an unknown future that somehow felt strangely secure.
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