The moon hung high, its light falling on Jareth, casting a pale, glassy sheen over him. Tessa couldn't make out his features clearly—just a soft, hazy outline in the glow.Tessa stopped in her tracks.She stood just two steps from Jareth, yet six years seemed to stretch between them, as if life and death had divided them.She had believed he was gone forever, with no chance even for a farewell, for nothing had ever been found in the river—no body, no trace.Now he had returned, yet they still couldn't say goodbye.Back then, their story had never even started—and now he had a wife, and she was Benedict's girlfriend.They looked at each other for a long moment before Jareth finally spoke softly, "Are you well? Is he treating you well?"Tessa paused, her voice trembling slightly. "I'm… I'm fine. He's been very good to me."Jareth wanted to say more, but found himself at a loss.Finally, he stubbed out the cigarette between his fingers and said to Roderick, who was walking over,
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