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"I heard you coming earlier; you were watching me. I probably would have done the same in your place. I don't mind what you saw; in fact, I'm glad you're here." "You're here to kill yourself too, am I right?"

Yangtao answered with a slight nod. She felt a little ashamed at having intruded on the stranger's personal space. But her words, or rather her gestures, spoke of universal love and appreciation. She seemed to be expecting an embrace, and that was precisely what Yangtao had been craving for ages. She stepped out of the bushes and snuggled against the woman. Her body was warm, a light scent of perfume lingering on her supple skin. Beneath it were the tendons and firm muscles of a high-performance athlete. Her shinbones were deformed by years of training, turned outwards, like a classical dancer. The woman pulled her close, and Yangtao returned the intimate embrace. Tears streamed from her eyes as the sobbing engulfed her body and mind like a thunderstorm. All the emotions she had suppressed for years were unleashed in that single moment. Hatred, longing, love, disappointment, betrayal, and much more coursed through her body at the same moment; she practically merged with her friend in her arms. A soft whisper reached her ears.