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The queen touched Liu Wei's lips with hers. The kiss was brief, more a simple gesture of affection and comfort for both of them.
It was brief—gentle, almost hesitant.
More comfort than desire.
"Are you afraid?" Wang Zheng murmured.
Liu Wei didn't hesitate. "Yes. And you?"
A faint, almost shy smile crossed Wang Zheng's face. She wasn't used to admitting fear—not out loud. Not like this.
She wasn't used to speaking so openly about fears or insecurities, but Liu Wei deserved to know. "I am too... I heard there was a commotion when you left the hospital. Is everything okay?"
Liu Wei nodded as she lay fully back on the soft bed. "Nothing happened. It just caught us by surprise."
Wang Zheng climbed on top of Liu Wei, lying almost completely over her, using a pillow for support. "Let's face this together."
Liu Wei smiled beautifully—that smile Wang Zheng wished she could see every day.
She could frame that smile as the most exquisite work of art ever created.
