The crowd on Imperial Street suddenly fell quiet, all eyes fixed on us. Ningxiang's tears dripped onto the back of my hand, warm and real.
"It really is you..." she said, her voice trembling. "I had such a long dream, and in it I was someone else..."
The guards of the Jin delegation had already closed in, and the burly man at the lead grabbed Ningxiang by the shoulder. "Interpreter Zhao, who is this person?"
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