On a small path in the Qingyang Military Region, the streetlamps flickered to life one by one, casting mottled shadows across the cobblestones. Xu Yin walked ahead, her pace quickening unconsciously, her slender silhouette swaying beneath the lights. She could constantly feel a gaze fixed upon her back, intense and burning like invisible fire, making the tips of her ears grow hot.
He Yanjing followed at a measured, unhurried pace, his six-foot-one frame moving with effortless grace.
The night breeze brushed against his military jacket collar, causing a faint rustle. His eyes never left Xu Yin’s back; the girl’s dark braided hair swayed gently with each step, the tips sweeping against the back collar of her light blue shirt like the wings of a butterfly ready to take flight.
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