"Yún Zhāo."
He suddenly called my name in a low murmur. His warm breath brushed against my earlobe, and his voice carried a faint, husky edge I had never heard before.
I shivered all over and froze in place. His presence enveloped me entirely—the clean scent of pine mingled with a faint, bitter trace of medicinal herbs, making me forget how to breathe for a moment.
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