Pi Yanlin’s fingertips were still stained with the chill of Mirror Lake water.
He gazed at the pale cyan water stain on his lapel, his Adam’s apple bobbing—the fabric that had been soaked by the lake water within the Mirror Realm was now, in reality, clinging to his skin.
Gu Qinghuan’s hand remained pressed against his chest; her fingertips could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat, which was thirty percent faster than usual.
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