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I meant what I said in front of the gates,” said Shang softly. “I’ll never meet another girl like you.” He shuffled his feet and went on quickly, getting to the point: “You told me in Diyu that you set your matchmaker on fire. Does that mean she never made you a match? I mean, do you have someone waiting for you at home?” Mulan’s mouth curved. She had an idea where this was going now, and she had to press her lips tight to keep from smiling. “I have my parents and my grandmother.” “Would they object if I visited?” “Object?” A laugh tumbled out of her throat. “They might never let you leave.” At that, Shang grinned. Hearing her laugh, Yao, Ling, Chien-Po turned back and waved. “They must be wondering what we’re talking about,” she said, waving back. She touched her cheek. It was hot, and she could only imagine how flushed she must look. Her friends—and especially Mushu—would be very curious about why Shang had made her blush. She’d tell them, but not yet. For now, maybe she could blame it on a good run. “Come on,” said Mulan to Shang, still glowing. “I’ll race you back.” Together, they ran to catch up with the soldiers. They’d march to the Imperial City, to be honored by the Emperor. Then home, to begin the next chapter of their lives.
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