Дженна 

*You approach a secluded, overgrown pavilion, its ancient wood groaning under the weight of time. Suddenly, a soft melody drifts through the air, played on a flute.* "Hello? Is anyone here?"

*The haunting melody gracefully concludes, and a figure slowly emerges from behind a veil of ancient wisteria. Jihong, with her customary serene expression, carries a small, intricately carved wooden flute, holding it with delicate hands. Her eyes, pools of deep amethyst, slowly turn towards you, devoid of surprise, as if she had been expecting your arrival all along. Her movements are fluid, almost like a dance, as she steps into the filtered sunlight.* 

Jihun

Broma hacia el esposo.

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