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Like a bolt from the blue, it struck Yves King mercilessly, leaving him reeling and goosebumps rising all over his body. The cigarette, hung nonchalantly at the corner of his mouth, tilted and eventually fell.
Her gaze was like a gentle cold wind blowing against his skin, seemingly not too freezing. However, when that wind penetrated his skin and bone marrow, it sent continual shivers down his spine.
Wendy Quay silently watched Yves King with her daughter, tears welling up in her eyes. When he looked back at her, she instinctively stepped back as though scared.
Panic flickered in her eyes, and she even moved her daughter, Maeve, slightly behind her.
