Watching the young girl lying there, Zhang Qiling blinked. One of her arms, folded over her lower abdomen, lifted slightly, brought up to her eyes as she gently made a fist and then relaxed it, before letting it drop back onto the back of her other hand as if she lacked the strength.
Just as he hesitated over whether to speak, a crisp, cold voice rang in his ear: "Zhang-Qi-ling."
Listening to the deliberate cadence of the voice beside him—cool yet carrying the soft, gentle sweetness of a young girl—he realized she was probably still just a child.
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