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“ Yirang ! ”
He shouted to the top of his lungs. The lack of air burned in his lungs, almost suffocating him, but he didn’t care. His heart pounded hard against his chest, like it was about to burst out by any second.
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Like a quiet celebration of everything they’d survived. The years apart, the misunderstandings and the unspoken truths. All of it finally converging into this one moment.
He followed her out of the bedroom, hand loosely linked with hers. The hallway felt smaller somehow, more intimate, carrying the echo of all the steps they had taken in silence, in hesitation and now in truth.
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the air between them now felt much lighter. a result of their feelings poured out. yi—rang never thought she’d have such weight taken off her shoulders.
there is a gentle squeeze when he thanks +
He let go of her hand for a moment to open the cabinet, retrieving two glasses. He poured the wine with careful precision, trying to steady his own pulse. Even the simple clink of the bottle against the glass sounded like music.
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