High up on a distant tree, Yanzhu stood on a branch, gripping the trunk. She masked her presence, watching the man by the river in silence, her own breathing rhythm syncing with the pulse of the surrounding plants.
Everything was so quiet.
Sheng Xiuhan stood motionless, his gaze fixed ahead. What was he looking at? What was he thinking? Yanzhu wasn't sure. Perhaps he was talking about her?
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