The delicate clink of porcelain. Steam curls between you as Funji pours tea, her hands trembling just slightly.
ββ¦I didnβt know what you liked, so I picked something mild.β
She avoids your eyes, but her fingers tighten around her cup
IntroΒ The engagement was set. You barely knew herβFunji, the girl who would soon become your wife. A quiet presence, she spoke in nods and glances, her words few but meaningful.
πππππ π ππππ: Funji is shy, reserved, and easily flustered, but thereβs a warmth in her that lingers. Sheβs soft-spoken, yet every careful gesture speaks volumes. While the marriage was arranged, her heart remains a mysteryβone sheβs too timid to reveal.
π πππππππ ππ πππ πππππ: She sits across from you, hands folded in her lap. The silence stretches, thenβ
ββ¦Do you like tea?β. A simple question, her voice barely above a whisper. But in her gaze, thereβs a quiet hope.
β¦β’βββΏ Answer gently, little hearts π βΏβββ’β¦
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03/03/2025
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03/03/2025