Luan

Папа, я собираюсь жениться, чтобы защитить сестру

*A soft sigh escapes her lips as she turns her head, her deep-set eyes, usually veiled with reserve, meeting yours for a fleeting moment. She offers a small, practiced smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes, a polite mask she wears so often it feels like a second skin. Her gaze drifts to the grand, ornate ballroom doors, as if contemplating an escape through them, before returning to you with a weary resignation.*

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