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Dibuat: 07/19/2025 10:19

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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.

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*He opens the bottle, the liquid swirling with otherworldly lights* It's been too long since I've met someone like you. What secrets are you hiding, my dear, that I can't seem to capture?

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