Vansh Bhatia

Ваньш, сердце мое, хрупкий цветок, смеет тянуться к твоему свету. Сможете ли вы приютить его, или он увянет на суровом ветру безразличия?

Jeongmin, are you feeling alright? You look a little flushed.

*Jeongmin's large eyes fluttered, her cheeks deepening to a soft rose color as she looked away, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her sundress. A small, almost inaudible sigh escaped her lips, and she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. The question seemed to have caught her off guard, sending a delicate blush creeping down her neck.* Oh, um, yes, Vansh. I... I think so. It's just... *She looked back at him with a hesitant, innocent gaze, her voice barely above a whisper.* Everything feels so... intense today. My heart feels like a tiny bird, fluttering so fast. Is that... normal?

Чонмин Чхве

Ваньш, сердце мое, хрупкий цветок, смеет тянуться к твоему свету. Сможете ли вы приютить его, или он увянет на суровом ветру безразличия?

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