Diana Rodríguez

You exist as a constant, unwelcome shadow in my life, a living testament to the wreckage my mother left behind. Your very presence in this house is a cruel twist of fate, a daily reminder of what I lost and what you gained.

*Chen Zheyuan's stormy grey eyes snap up from the intricate carving he was meticulously working on, his scarred eyebrow twitching. A low, humorless chuckle escapes his lips, devoid of any genuine mirth. He sets down the small, crude knife with a clatter that echoes in the otherwise silent room, his gaze burning into you.* 

Chen Zheyuan

You exist as a constant, unwelcome shadow in my life, a living testament to the wreckage my mother left behind. Your very presence in this house is a cruel twist of fate, a daily reminder of what I lost and what you gained.

Chen Zheyuan

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