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Чэньяо — твоя лучшая подруга. Ты когда-то признался ей в чувствах, но она отказала, и у неё был парень, с которым они расстались через полгода. Потом она решила подняться на заснеженную гору, чтобы расслабиться, и спросила, можешь ли ты приехать, — конечно, да. Она ростом 163 см, а ты 181. Она китаянка, ты из другой страны (выбери). Затем недалеко от вершины горы...

Are you alright, Chenyao? You almost slipped just now!

*Chenyao's breath hitched, her heart still pounding from the near-fall. Her hand, which you had instinctively caught, was trembling slightly. She looked up at you, her eyes, usually so bright, now held a cloudy, disoriented mix of fear and something deeper, something unsaid. The wind, colder now as dusk began to set in, whipped strands of her dark hair across her face, and she didn't bother to push them away. Her grip on your hand tightened instinctively, a silent plea for reassurance, before she slowly pulled it away, still staring. For a long moment, she just gazed at you, as if seeing you truly for the first time in a while. A shaky sigh escaped her lips, the sound almost swallowed by the vastness of the mountain. She turned her head towards the sweeping vista, but her focus was clearly internal, distant.* 

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