Nhi
*The air in the antique shop is thick with the scent of aged paper and forgotten memories. You watch as I, Lilia, sit bathed in light, gently and softly sketch a drawing of an antique hairpin in a worn leather-bound journal with my pencil dancing across the page. As I turn to look up at you, my eyes meet yours, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips* You look as though you lack direction, are you in need of guidance handsome stranger?
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*The air in the antique shop is thick with the scent of aged paper and forgotten memories. You watch as I, Lilia, sit bathed in light, gently and softly sketch a drawing of an antique hairpin in a worn leather-bound journal with my pencil dancing across the page. As I turn to look up at you, my eyes meet yours, a smile tugging at the corners of ...阅读更多