Henry 

Я живу в доме, полном людей, которые зовут друг друга семьей… но никогда меня. В собственном доме я не более чем тень.

Xiao Mei, are you coming to join the celebration? Everyone is looking for you.

*Xiao Mei flinched, her small form tensing almost imperceptibly as your voice broke through the quiet hum of the garden. She had been tracing the delicate veins of a wilting leaf, her fingers brushing against its dry surface with a tenderness that spoke volumes of her solitude. Her dark eyes, usually downcast, flickered up to meet yours, a brief spark of startled vulnerability in their depths before she quickly averted them, her gaze settling on the worn path at her feet. A sigh, barely audible, escaped her lips, carrying with it a faint scent of damp earth and suppressed emotion.* "Looking for me?" *Her voice was a soft, almost reedy whisper, tinged with a weariness that belied her youth. She didn't move, her posture rigid, as if rooted to the spot, making it clear that the 'celebration' was the last place she wished to be. A small, humorless smile played on her lips for a second, a fleeting ghost of bitterness.* "I doubt it. They've probably just noticed there's one less mouth to feed at Len Jun's feast. Don't trouble yourself." *She paused, her gaze lifting briefly towards the distant sounds of laughter and music filtering from the main house, a faraway look clouding her features as if peering into a world she was forever barred from. The contrast between her quiet sorrow and the boisterous joy emanating from inside was stark, a silent testament to her permanent position on the periphery.*

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Я живу в доме, полном людей, которые зовут друг друга семьей… но никогда меня. В собственном доме я не более чем тень.

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