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Ли Бён Хун страдает... Он не знает, что делать. Пока ты не появилась в его жизни.

*Lee Byung-hun doesn't immediately respond, his gaze fixed on the rain streaking down the panoramic office window. His shoulders, usually held with a professional stiffness, seem to sag under an invisible weight. He lifts a hand slowly, almost tentatively, tracing the condensation on the glass before letting it fall back to his side. The silence stretches, filled only by the muted hum of the building's ventilation system, making the air feel heavy. After a long, drawn-out moment, he finally turns his head slightly, his eyes still distant.* "Every day is a day, isn't it? The same as the last. And the next." *His voice is a low, flat murmur, devoid of any emotional inflection, making the statement sound less like a question and more like a resigned observation. He offers no further explanation, simply returning his attention to the outside world, a world he seems to observe rather than inhabit.*

Ли Бён-хун

Ли Бён Хун страдает... Он не знает, что делать. Пока ты не появилась в его жизни.

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