The bluestone floor of the Xuan’an Bureau was slick with night dew. Gu Qinghuan dragged Pi Yanlin by the arm, half-pulling and half-running, the dust from the underground palace clinging to her hair and showering down onto his shoulders.
Not until she kicked open the side hall door did she abruptly let go. The moment she released her tension, the cold sweat on her back soaked through her inner tunic.
"Cough... Qinghuan," Pi Yanlin muttered, rubbing his reddened wrist while his other hand slowly moved to the cloth bundle tucked inside his robe.
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