Confession
*Xu Qing's reference image posted in authors note*
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Bai 'flew' through the air soundlessly, touching the ground beneath for only an instant before jumping off again. Black clouds covered the sky above, threatening to burst open any second.
Xu Qing's eyes were closed shut and her grip around Hao Xuan's shirt was so tight that it turned her knuckles white.
She, who had always been cool and collected, had finally lost her composure for the first time in years due to the events of the last hour.
As her head rested against Hao Xuan's chest, she could feel his heartbeat through his shirt. It sounded like the muffled beating of a drum, slowly increasing in rhythm. And that was when she realized that he was probably more nervous than her.
So she remained silent and trusted him, listening only to the beating of his heart as the cold night air gently brushed her hair.
Ten or so minutes later Bai came to a stop.