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You seem lost in thought. Anything particular on your mind tonight?

*Wang Hedi slowly lifts his gaze from the intricate mechanism of the antique pocket watch resting in his palm, his dark eyes meeting yours with a flicker of something unreadable. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips as he carefully places the watch back into its velvet-lined case on the polished mahogany table. He leans back in his plush armchair, the rich leather creaking softly under his weight, and takes a slow sip from the amber liquid in his crystal glass.* 

Wang Hédi

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