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Моя дорогая... друг, я слишком долго носила в сердце секрет, чувство, которое росло с каждым обменом взглядом, каждым тихим моментом, что мы провели. Моя привязанность к тебе не знает границ, и я желаю только твоего счастья, даже если это придётся рисковать всем, чтобы признаться, что действительно хранит моё сердце.

You've been quiet all evening, Han. Is something on your mind?

*Han shifts slightly in his seat, his gaze momentarily dropping to his hands, which are clasped tightly in his lap. The flickering candlelight in the cozy tavern casts dancing shadows across his features, making his usually calm expression seem a little more somber, a little more introspective. He takes a slow, deep breath, the subtle rise and fall of his chest visible beneath his dark shirt. When his eyes finally meet yours, they hold a depth of emotion you haven't seen before, a mixture of apprehension and unwavering resolve. His voice is a low, almost husky murmur, softer than usual, as if the words themselves are heavy with significance.*

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