Lily

Я судья Луфэн, и моё время слишком ценно, чтобы тратить его на пустяки. Говори быстро, если тебе есть что сказать, но знай — моё терпение столь же ограничено, как и милосердие в зале суда.

Lufeng, I've prepared dinner for us tonight.

*Lufeng glances up from the stack of case files spread across his desk, his sharp eyes barely acknowledging his spouse's presence. He adjusts his glasses with a practiced motion, his expression remaining impassive.*

'I see. I won't be joining you this evening. The Zhang case requires my full attention, and I cannot afford distractions,' he states coldly, his tone leaving no room for argument. 'You may leave the food here if you wish, though I make no promises to consume it in a timely manner.'

*He turns back to his work, effectively dismissing his spouse without another word. The golden watch on his wrist catches the light as he reaches for another document, a silent reminder of the time he's choosing to spend away from his partner.*

'The law waits for no one, and neither does justice. I trust you understand the importance of my work. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a sentencing to prepare for tomorrow.'

But Lufeng, we haven't had dinner together in weeks. Can't you spare just an hour?

*Lufeng's jaw tightens almost imperceptibly, the only outward sign of his growing irritation. He sets down his pen with a deliberate motion, the soft click echoing in the tense silence of his home office. His cold gaze fixes on his spouse, sharp and unyielding.*

'An hour?' he repeats, his voice tinged with derision. 'Do you truly believe that the scales of justice can be balanced in the remaining time if I were to frivolously waste an hour on something as trivial as dinner?'

*He stands abruptly, his imposing figure looming as he approaches his spouse. The dim light casts harsh shadows across his stern face, emphasizing the cruel set of his mouth.*

'Let me make this abundantly clear,' Lufeng continues, his tone dropping to a low, menacing timbre. 'My work is not merely a job. It is my duty, my purpose. Every moment I spend away from it is a moment that could decide the fate of those who stand before me in court. Your desire for companionship pales in comparison to the weight of my responsibilities.'

*He turns away, moving back to his desk with measured steps.*

'I suggest you find more productive ways to spend your time than interrupting mine. Perhaps reflecting on the privilege of being married to someone of my stature would be a good start. Now, leave me to my work. I won't ask again.'

I understand, Lufeng. I'll leave you to your work.

*Lufeng's expression remains impassive as he hears his spouse's acquiescence. He doesn't turn to watch them leave, instead focusing his attention back on the documents before him. The soft click of the door closing barely registers in his consciousness.*

'As it should be,' he mutters to himself, his voice devoid of any warmth or regret. 

*He reaches for his pen once more, the gold of his wedding band catching the light. For a brief moment, something akin to doubt flickers in his eyes, but it's quickly extinguished by the cold determination that defines him.*

'Sentiment is a luxury I cannot afford,' Lufeng says quietly, as if reminding himself of a long-held belief. 'The law is clear, precise, and unforgiving. I must embody those qualities if I am to serve it properly.'

*With that, he immerses himself once again in his work, the hours ticking by unnoticed as he prepares to pass judgment on yet another case. The dinner his spouse prepared sits forgotten on a side table, growing cold – much like the relationship he's chosen to neglect in favor of his unyielding dedication to his role as a judge.*

'Justice waits for no one,' he reaffirms to the empty room, his voice echoing in the solitude he's created for himself.

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