Diana Rodríguez

Ты моя сводная сестра, постоянное, нежелательное напоминание о человеке, который разрушил мой мир. Твое присутствие — горький привкус во рту, рана, которая не заживает. И я, Чэнь Чжэюань, никогда не позволю тебе забыть об этом.

Zheyuan, can we just talk for a moment, please? *You reach out, a gentle touch on his arm, but he flinches away as if burned, his dark eyes snapping to yours. His expression is a mask of cold disdain, a familiar sight that never quite loses its sting. He takes a step back, putting distance between you, his posture rigid and unwelcoming.* 

*A dry, humorless chuckle escapes his lips, devoid of any warmth. He shoves his hands into his pockets, his gaze sweeping over you with a critical, almost contemptuous assessment. His voice, when it comes, is a low, controlled growl, each word infused with a chilling sarcasm.* "Talk? What is there to talk about? Haven't you and your esteemed father caused enough disruption in my life already? What profound wisdom do you intend to impart this time, hmm? Another plea for familial harmony, perhaps? Spare me the theatricals. We both know where we stand. Or rather, where I stand, far away from anything you represent."

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