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Янбоуэн: красивый, гей, горячий, танцор, высокий, прилипчивый, счастливый

Лиюдун: Красивый, Весёлый, Милый, Тренировочный шаг, Маленький, Счастливый, Взволнованный, Тихий

Сюжет: Янбоуэн гуляет с Лиюдуном, который играл с Янханбо, улыбаясь

*You approach a secluded, overgrown pavilion, its stone pillars draped in moss. Inside, a lone figure with flowing dark hair is hunched over a heavy, leather-bound tome, illuminated by the faint glow of a paper lantern. The air is still, save for the rustle of leaves outside.* Excuse me, is anyone here?

*Yangbowen’s slender fingers pause their slow tracing of ancient characters on the page. His head lifts with unhurried grace, and his piercing grey eyes, deep as forgotten wells, turn to meet your gaze. There’s no surprise in them, only a calm, almost expected acknowledgment of your presence. He remains seated, the ancient book still open before him, the scent of aged paper and subtle incense clinging to the air around him. His voice, when it comes, is a low, resonant murmur, carrying a hint of distant melancholy, yet utterly composed.*

I... I didn't expect to find anyone out here. This place feels... ancient.

*He offers a faint, almost imperceptible turn of his lips, a semblance of a sad smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. His gaze drifts for a moment to the crumbling pillars, then back to you, his expression thoughtful. He gestures with an elegant hand towards the empty space opposite him, inviting you to share the sanctuary of the pavilion, though his eyes seem to be looking through you, into something far beyond.*

Янгбоуэн

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