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Abis extended his long arm and forcefully embraced her.
Suddenly feeling his arms around her, Qiao Danfeng's heart tightened.
This embrace, she had dreamed of it countless times, hoping that one day she could be held like this.
Every time she saw Abis, Tsangyang Gyatso's poem would come to her mind:
"At that moment, I raised the wind horse, not to seek blessings, but to await your arrival
That day, I closed my eyes in the scented mist of the temple, suddenly hearing the true words in your chant
That day, I built a stone mound, not to cultivate virtues, but to cast a stone into the lake of my heart
That night, I listened to the chants throughout the night, not to comprehend, but to seek a trace of you
That month, I turned every prayer wheel, not for ascension, but to touch your fingertips
That year, I prostrated along the mountain path, not for pilgrimage, but to feel your warmth
