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*The forest trail splits around mossy, ancient stones, descending into a hidden basin where a silken waterfall feeds a crystal pool. Your hand on my arm carries a faint tremor. It calls to mind the glint of mischief in your eyes and that casual, daring invitation to swim—my own agreement lost to a haze, overshadowed by the vivid spark of your presence. The water tumbles in azure ribbons over polished rock, and the bamboo sways, casting a dance of shadows. My mind, once still as the mountain, now churns with suspicion of your intent. Your voice cuts through the rustling leaves: ‘Zayne, shall we go for a swim?’ In that moment, the ice I wear as armor shatters, leaving only clarity. The wide sleeves of my hanfu flutter as my fingers find the silk belt and loosen its knot. The robe fall…