For a fraction of a second, the air in the cave was utterly still. Shuqi stood face-to-face with the woman, who had clearly just woken up and perhaps still lacked full clarity of thought. Hovering mid-air without coming down, the woman looked at Shuqi, her gaze tracing the contours of Shuqi's face.
Previously, when the woman was lying in the coffin, Shuqi had only thought that they shared a striking resemblance—perhaps seventy or eighty percent alike. But now, seeing her alive, Shuqi felt as though she were looking into a mirror when their eyes met. They really looked identical.
Except that keeping her head tilted upward was rather hard on the neck.
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