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... Yan’s question echoed in her mind.
Are you running from me?
Her nails dug into her palms.
She slowly turned, her gaze colliding with his once again.
The moonlight was a thief, its silver glow exposing every sharp contour of his face, every familiar feature she had wished never to see again.
A face etched into her worst memories.
A face she had sworn to loathe for eternity.
A face that belonged to the one man she could never forgive.
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