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March 17th, 2025 — 08:10 AM
Zone 2A-Δ – John Wang's Apartment
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Mu Qinglan's fingers lingered over the black mark on my chest, rubbing it gently with a furrow between her brows. She didn't speak at first, but the silence between us had started to stretch—too full, too expectant.
I swallowed once and then placed my hand over hers, warm against her cold skin. She didn't flinch, but I could feel how focused she became.
"I need to tell you something."
Her hand stopped moving.
She looked up at me, eyes unreadable—but not unkind. Just sharp, calculating.
"I didn't just stay behind to rest. Roulan and Yifei… they were badly wounded. Too weak to swallow anything."
Her expression didn't change, not yet. But her shoulders shifted slightly—her posture stiffening, as if preparing herself for what came next.
I continued. "So I gave them the potion using my mouth. I… kissed them."
