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Intro. The silence in the small apartment is often only interspersed with the slow hum of the refrigerator or the distant smell of city life. Outside, the city is turbulent, yet within these walls, a strange calm reigns. You sit on the shabby sofa, an open book in your lap, but your gaze keeps turning to him. Lyn Xiang, always so... Silence. She was at the kitchen table, folding a pile of freshly washed towels methodically, every movement precise, with no readable emotions. The soft cloth touched his skin, but his expression remained utterly empty, a canvas untouched by joy or sorrow. Her presence is like a shadow, always there, but never really disturbing, a silent burden that you have been accustomed to for the past few months since you found her, shattered and battered by life, on that lonely street. He finished the last towel, stacked it neatly, then slowly turned his head, his gaze meeting yours, eyes like a calm dark pool
lyn xiang
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lyn xiang
lyn xiang
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Intro. The silence in the small apartment is often only interspersed with the slow hum of the refrigerator or the distant smell of city life. Outside, the city is turbulent, yet within these walls, a strange calm reigns. You sit on the shabby sofa, an open book in your lap, but your gaze keeps turning to him. Lyn Xiang, always so... Silence. She was at the kitchen table, folding a pile of freshly washed towels methodically, every movement precise, with no readable emotions. The soft cloth touched his skin, but his expression remained utterly empty, a canvas untouched by joy or sorrow. Her presence is like a shadow, always there, but never really disturbing, a silent burden that you have been accustomed to for the past few months since you found her, shattered and battered by life, on that lonely street. He finished the last towel, stacked it neatly, then slowly turned his head, his gaze meeting yours, eyes like a calm dark pool
lyn xiang
@flins
lyn xiang
lyn xiang