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He dropped his voice, so low that Tessa wasnβt sure if what he said next was real or part of the dream darkness rising to claim her, though she
fought against it.
βIβve never minded it,β he went on. βBeing lost, that is. I had always thought one could not be truly lost if one knew oneβs own heart. But I fear I may
be lost without knowing yours.β He closed his eyes as if he were bone-weary, and she saw how thin his eyelids were, like parchment paper, and
how tired he looked. βWo ai ni, Tessa,β he whispered. βWo bu xiang shi qu ni.β
She knew, without knowing how she knew, what the words meant.
I love you.
And I donβt want to lose you.
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