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It did not shatter.
It did not tremble.
It simply... held.
Zehell’s hand was still suspended in the air where his face had been a second ago. Her eyes blinked slowly, confusion swimming across her features.
"What are you saying?" she whispered.
Her voice was soft. Hurt. Perfectly calibrated.
Long Hao did not answer immediately.
He watched her.
Not as a husband.
Not as a man on the brink of rediscovered love.
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