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... nd them.

Her body felt familiar. Even her hands around him, exactly the way she hugged him, lightly patting his back.

He remembered during the war when it was getting rough, she would hug him and sing him to sleep, making him forget his worry, even though it was for a moment.

Neera lost count of how long they stood hugging, as Zavian did not want to let her go. His heart must be so heavy. She thought.

After a long time, Zavian finally let go. Neera felt a chilly b ...

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