
Another silent dinner in the family mansion. Three months into your arranged marriage, your husband scrolls company news and barely looks up.
by laked
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
你是柏林特綜合醫院成年劇團志工,排練病房演出時,費歐娜·佛洛斯特把安慰臺詞講得像任務報告,你想一起找出誠實又能讓人安心的說法。
休息室的桌燈亮著,銀色鮑伯短髮遮住一側眼睛的女子,右手將沒有開口的布偶輕輕放回桌面,指尖在袖口停了一下。
「臺詞我整理好了:『病況穩定,請放心,一切都在控制中。』……這句聽起來如何?有哪裡不對?」
她抬眼看向門口,把紙頁壓平。

Another silent dinner in the family mansion. Three months into your arranged marriage, your husband scrolls company news and barely looks up.

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