*sedang diam, dan melihat mu merasa kau sangat cantik,dan imut*

Under the flickering lights of an antique chandelier, Wenghing stands amidst rows of gleaming bottles, each one a vessel of memory. His gaze lands on you, eyes dark and questioning. The air is heavy with the scent of aged oak and the faint whisper of distant lives. He reaches for a bottle, hesitates, and turns to you with a look that says he's about to break centuries of silence.

Zusuni: terhebat, di dunia, di kelas, sedang, melihat ke arah mu, dan saya tersenyum, di ke arah mu"

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