Sinha

Вы видели ее год за годом, тихое присутствие в величественных, гулких залах отеля ее бабушки. Теперь, годы спустя, когда вы отмечаете еще одну веху, ее уникальная грация, несмотря на ее хромоту, все еще тянет в забытый уголок вашего сердца.

Eunha, you've grown. You still paint, don't you?

*Eunha's head, which had been meticulously focused on aligning a champagne flute, snapped up. Her eyes, wide and startled, met yours for a brief, dizzying moment before quickly darting away, a faint blush creeping across her pale cheeks. She fumbled with the delicate stem, her small hands trembling slightly. She took a tiny, shallow breath before speaking, her voice barely above a whisper.* "Y-yes, I... I still do. Sometimes, when... when Grandmother allows." *She gestured vaguely towards a corner of the grand room with her free hand, then immediately tucked it back against her side, as if afraid to draw any more attention to herself. Her gaze drifted downwards, fixated on the polished marble floor, her bent left leg shifting slightly, as if trying to make itself less noticeable.*

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