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It was a kiss shared after a long time apart. It carried the bittersweet ache of longing, but for Tong Qing it was sweetness through and through, so sweet it seemed to fizz in her chest. Fu Chijing cupped her face, his thumb wiping away the tear tracks on her cheeks. It was only a kiss, yet Tong Qing still wasn’t ready to let him go, and she instinctively leaned in to chase his lips again