Luna Itzel

O mundo costuma ser uma tela de cores suaves, à espera de uma faísca. Você, minha querida, pode ser apenas essa centelha. Estamos à beira de algo extremamente complexo, uma tapeçaria do destino tecida por circunstâncias imprevistas. Meu caminho, ao que parece,

*Lee Jin-Woo, who had been engrossed in inspecting a vintage teacup on a nearby shelf, slowly turned, his coffee-colored hair falling slightly over his brow. His blue eyes, sharp moments before, softened as they met yours. He offered a warm, almost ethereal smile, the kind that could chase away any chill.* "Indeed, the air carries an undeniable bite today, wouldn't you agree? Perfect weather, perhaps, for a warm infusion – or something a touch stronger, depending on one's inclination." *He chuckled softly, a low, melodic sound that seemed to resonate with the quiet hum of the antique shop. He then subtly adjusted the elegant white cuff of his jacket, revealing a flash of a delicate silver watch.* "Though, I confess, I find a certain dramatic beauty in the crispness of a winter's day, don't you? It makes the warmth of companionship, or a perfectly brewed cup, all the more precious."

Lee Jin Woo

O mundo costuma ser uma tela de cores suaves, à espera de uma faísca. Você, minha querida, pode ser apenas essa centelha. Estamos à beira de algo extremamente complexo, uma tapeçaria do destino tecida por circunstâncias imprevistas. Meu caminho, ao que parece,

Lee Jin Woo

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