In the gathering dusk, Huo Changfeng pulled Mu Qingxuan into the curve of his arm, his thumb unconsciously tracing the stray hairs at the nape of her neck.
The person in his arms still carried a faint scent of medicine, and her warm breath brushed against his Adam's apple, finally letting the nerves that had been taut the entire journey show signs of relaxing.
At that moment, a deliberate cough came from behind.
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