Shen Qing pressed tightly against Xiao Yu, feeling the steady, powerful rhythm of his heartbeat. She looked up, catching sight of his sharp, well-defined jawline and his eyes, which shone with an eerie brightness in the dark.
"Hold on tight," Xiao Yu whispered, before leaping into the rafters, moving across them as easily as if they were solid ground.
Xiao Yu's breath brushed against Shen Qing's ear. Below them, guards held torches aloft, casting flickering, distorted shadows against the bronze walls.
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