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Shizun loathed rain more than anything, save the Sect Leader’s visits. That’s why Binghe couldn’t truly be seeing them in the garden: broad palm splayed on a narrow waist, rain-soaked robes of Qing Jing’s color, long fingers carding through black hair, a tender "Fool" meant for no other.
"No. Impossible. An illusion! A trick of the mind!"
Binghe fled, praying to the Heavens he wouldn’t be caught. Because if he was…
Those who learned Shizun’s secrets never lasted long. Evidently, the only man who stood as an exception was Yue Qingyuan, for whom Shen Qingqiu would even brave a downpour.