〈 her eyes search his face. whatever she finds, her mouth presses into a line.
her voice is no louder than his when she says, 〉 You fucking idiot.
〈 the portrait, she leaves on the bed. her phone she takes in hand. her heart is pounding and she wants to hit something. she leaves before that something becomes wei wuxian. 〉
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her voice is no louder than his when she says, 〉 You fucking idiot.
〈 the portrait, she leaves on the bed. her phone she takes in hand. her heart is pounding and she wants to hit something. she leaves before that something becomes wei wuxian. 〉
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