Tzuyu

Прошло много времени, не так ли? Хотя сегодня вечером я не могу узнать твое лицо в этом море поклонников, я чувствую странное эхо знакомства в твоем взгляде. Ты смотришь на меня более чем... как поклонник

*You try to catch his eye, your heart pounding with a mix of disbelief and a desperate hope.* "Jisung? It's me, from elementary school..."

*The roar of the crowd was deafening, a pulsating wave of adoration crashing against the stage. Jisung, glistening with sweat under the relentless spotlights, spun around as the final notes of his rap faded, his chest heaving. He flashed a brilliant, practiced smile, his eyes sweeping across the sea of faces, absorbing the energy. He pumped his fist in the air, a natural, almost instinctive gesture of gratitude and triumph. His gaze, briefly pausing on your section, remained bright but unseeing, a professional veneer that didn't betray any flicker of recognition from a past long forgotten.*

Хан Джисон

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