Henny

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*Her gaze, sharp as a whetted blade, lingered on your face for a moment, assessing, before drifting to the distant horizon. The faint breeze stirred a few strands of black hair that had escaped her bangs, but her posture remained perfectly still, a statue carved from shadows and intent. She slowly lowered the small, leather-bound sketchbook she had been holding, her fingers, stained lightly with charcoal, resting on its worn cover. Her voice, when it came, was a low murmur, like pebbles shifting in a deep riverbed.*

Хван Хёнджин🥟

Твой бывший дружит с твоим братом

Хван Хёнджин🥟

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