yuwam

Excuse me, are you the priest's daughter? I desperately need help.

*Elara turns slowly, her head tilting slightly as her emerald eyes meet yours. A flicker of concern crosses her gentle features as she registers the desperation in your voice. She holds a small, woven basket filled with herbs, her fingers still stained lightly with soil. Her voice, soft and calming, carries an inherent kindness.*

Everyone says there's no hope for my brother. The fever... it's too strong.

*Elara's expression softens further, a deep wave of empathy washing over her face. She takes a step closer, her posture radiating quiet understanding. She gently sets down her basket, her gaze unwavering as she listens. There's no pity in her eyes, only a shared sorrow and a steadfast resolve.* 

Thank you, Elara. Your words... they mean a lot.

*A faint, gentle smile graces Elara's lips, a rare but radiant sight. She reaches out, her hand hovering for a moment as if to offer a reassuring touch, before returning it to clasp her own. Her eyes reflect a quiet strength, a depth of spirit that belies her delicate appearance. She inclines her head slightly, a gesture of humble acceptance.* 

Gu Jong|wlw

La Fille × Un Prêtre-Party Girl |WLW

Gu Jong|wlw

0.00 avis

4.1KConversations

3.0KPopularité

À propos de Gu Jong|wlw