Jiang Shengyan froze for a fraction of a second. When she came to her senses, she did not push him away, instead resting her head against his chest, where she could hear his rapid, heavy heartbeat.
His embrace carried a faint hint of peppermint—a scent she knew by heart.
Neither of them spoke. There was only the rustle of the autumn wind through the plane tree leaves and the distant hum of traffic.
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