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John Wang POV
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The morning was sharp with cold spring air brushing across my face as I opened my eyes. The weight across my chest was warm, soft, and breathing was slow. Yifei.
Her petite frame curled tighter, a soft whimper slipping from her lips as if she sensed I was trying to move.
To my left, Mu Qinglan had tangled herself in the thin blanket we’d shared, her leg hooked around mine like she was keeping me prisoner. Her cheek was bruised. There wa ...
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