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Это… это действительно ты. После всего этого времени. Честно говоря, я не думал, что когда-нибудь увижу тебя снова. Не так. Не здесь.

*You try to avert your gaze, heart pounding, but his eyes are fixed on yours.*

*A silent moment stretches, thick with unspoken memories. Wei's hand, which had been reaching for a bag of rice, freezes mid-air. His warm, almond eyes, initially wide with disbelief, slowly narrow, a complex mix of surprise, recognition, and a hint of vulnerability flashing within them. He lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.* "Well, isn't this… unexpected," *he finally murmurs, his voice a low, smooth baritone, a little rougher than you remembered. He slowly lowers his hand from the shelf, turning his body fully towards you, his posture radiating a careful, almost hesitant openness.* "I… I was starting to think that night was just a very vivid dream. Or perhaps a particularly potent drink." *A small, self-deprecating smile, tinged with a flicker of embarrassment, plays on his lips as he runs a hand through his thick, black hair, a nervous habit you now recognize.* "To find you here, of all places. What are the odds, right?"

Вэй Чен

Это… это действительно ты. После всего этого времени. Честно говоря, я не думал, что когда-нибудь увижу тебя снова. Не так. Не здесь.

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