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Shen Lang recognized them almost at a glance.They were several core actors from the Legend of Xiang Fei crew. "Miaohan, I was planning to invite you to have a party together, but I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence." Chu Gongze walked to Su Miaohan with a face of surprise. "Mr.Su." "Hello, Mr.Su." Several other actors greeted Su Miaohan, a beautiful investor, with great respect. "Hello everyone, are you here for a dinner party?" Su Miaohan nodded coldly. "Yes, the weather has been hot recently and everyone has been having a hard time filming, so I specially invite you all to come here for a little get-together." While Chu Gongze was talking, his eyes glanced at Shen Lang from time to time. "Miaohan, it looks like you don't have anything to eat either.Why don't you share a meal?There are so many people and it's so lively." Before Su Miaohan could reply, Li Xiangling walked up to Shen Lang in surprise, "Shen Lang, you are here too." Although Shen Lang did not participate in the drama "The Legend of Xiang Fei", the two still often chatted about the drama on WeChat during this period.Li Xiangling also got a lot of inspiration from Shen Lang, and the characters were enhanced a lot. "Sister Xiangling." Shen Lang smiled back. Li Xiangling looked at the others and introduced: "Let me introduce to you, his name is Shen Lang.He almost played the role of Yongquan, but unfortunately he couldn't perform due to an accident.But despite his young age, his acting skills are definitely top-notch.” Shen Lang couldn't help but smile bitterly, Sister Xiangling praised herself too much. It's just that he can see that other people are dismissive of him, so he doesn't rush to show his warm face to others' cold buttocks. "Shen Lang, I see your food hasn't been served yet.Let's have some.I happen to have something I want to talk to you about." Li Xiangling extended an invitation to Shen Lang very affectionately. Su Miaohan frowned slightly.Of course Li Xiangling knew that the famous heroine in the entertainment industry was not only beautiful, but also single all the time.I don't know how many people coveted her beauty. She couldn't figure out how such a big-name star could have a relationship with Shen Lang, and Li Xiangling's attitude towards Shen Lang was a little too affectionate. This made her feel very uncomfortable. "this." Shen Lang was a little embarrassed, "Your crew is gathering for dinner and bonding.It would be inappropriate for us to participate." "Everything here is in the same circle.If you don't see it when you look up, you won't see it when you look down." Li Xiangling said happily: "Are you not going to give me this face?" Shen Lang smiled bitterly, consulted Gu Wanxia's opinion, and had no choice but to agree.After all, Li Xiangling was really good to him. He later heard Liu Jia say that after his role was removed, Li Xiangling had a fight with Director Hu Chunjiang over him. A group of people came to a luxurious private room. When taking her seat, Su Miaohan sat in a position on the left.On her left was Chen Meng, and on her right was Liu Yuanyuan, the second female lead in the drama "The Legend of Xiang Fei". This resulted in Chu Gongze, her real boyfriend, being unable to sit next to her. "Chu Gongze, please sit here with me." Liu Yuanyuan reacted immediately, stood up with a smile and said: "It's all my fault for being ignorant.I originally wanted to get close to Mr.Su, but I forgot that you are Mr.Su's boyfriend.Hehe, don't be offended." "Where, it's just a place." Chu Gongze was very satisfied with her attitude and sat down on the seat next to Su Miaohan without hesitation. No one else had any reaction. Now the crew has spread the news that Chu Gongze is in love with Su Miaohan.Even the drama "The Legend of Xiang Fei" was specially created for Chu Gongze, which shows how much Su Miaohan cares about her boyfriend. Shen Lang didn't respond, he lowered his head and played with his phone silently. But Su Miaohan immediately looked over at Shen Lang to see his reaction.Seeing his calm expression, as if the matter had nothing to do with her, she felt a little irritated for no reason. "Mr.Su, what do you mean?" Gu Wanxia suddenly stood up, her face covered with frost. She was simply stunned. As Shen Lang's wife, Su Miaohan actually has a boyfriend, and she doesn't shy away from Shen Lang at all? This simply trampled Shen Lang's dignity into the dirt! Is there anyone who bullies people like this? At this moment, she felt heartbroken.No wonder Shen Lang had been unwilling to mention his fiancée.It turned out that she was the kind of woman who could do anything with her husband! This sudden accusation made everyone's eyes focus on her in shock. Gu Wanxia stared at Su Miaohan with stern eyes, "You are Shen Lang's wife, and you are so blatantly looking for a wild man outside, can you be worthy of him!" "What do you think of him?Do you have any sense of shame in hooking up with wild men outside in front of him?" As soon as these words came out, the scene exploded instantly. What! Su Miaohan actually got married? Married and looking for a man outside? And in front of my husband? Do women from rich families spend so much time having fun? Suddenly, everyone looked at Su Miaohan strangely. Su Miaohan looked like the kind of cold, iceberg-type woman who was hard to get in touch with, but she didn't expect that she actually had a fiery heart. Shen Lang raised his head in shock, first glanced at Su Miaohan, who was frowning, and then immediately said: "Sister Wan Xia, please stop talking." He really didn't expect that Gu Wanxia would stand up for him, and he was touched and anxious at the same time. Because he didn't want everyone to know about the contract marriage.This was what he had agreed with Su Miaohan when they signed the contract. Gu Wanxia looked at him with a look of pity, "Shen Lang, I know you are kind-hearted, but I can't watch you being bullied like this." "Mr.Su, I know that your family is rich, and Shen Lang is just an orphan with no money and no power, but as a woman, since she is married, she must adhere to her feminine ways.Can you tolerate your conscience when you play with his feelings like this?" "Since you have no feelings for him, you can divorce him.With your looks and wealth, Mr.Su, you can find any man you want.Why do you bully a kind man like this!" "I need you to give me an explanation!" You can hear the needle drop on site. After all, this involved Su Miaohan, the investor.They couldn't say anything, but they also despised Su Miaohan in their hearts.With a husband at home, you just go out to play and bring the man to your husband.This is outrageous. "Miss, you have misunderstood Miaohan." Chu Gongze's expression was not very good.Seeing that Su Miaohan's face showed no intention of speaking, he couldn't help but stand up. This matter is not only related to Su Miaohan's reputation, but also to his own reputation. If word spreads, I'm afraid the Internet will explode tomorrow. He even thought about what the headlines would be tomorrow. "Shock!Chu Gongze is actually a mistress who interferes in other people's marriages?" "The beautiful president of the Su Group cheated on the famous actor Chu Gongze during marriage!" "It's outrageous!The beautiful CEO actually brought a popular young man to his original wife to show off his affection!" Once this news explodes on the Internet, it will not be blocked, but it will definitely be a devastating blow to his career!
Two sisters regressed back to life one called yoyo got pushed by her contact husband who cannot walk and the other the elder sister called sienna jumped to save her younger sister the bothbdied together when they regressed they regressed they remeberd everything so they make a plan to get as much money as they can and try to run away
Photo 1 is seen exiting a elevator with 2 bodyguards. Photo 1 has a very serious look on his face as he walks. (Panel shows photo 1 entering a luxury apartment decorated in black furniture) Standing in the living room waiting is photo 3. Photo 3 is bowing with his hands behind his back as a sign of respect for photo 1. Photo 1 stands in front of photo 3 as photo 3 is bowing. (Panel close up to photo 1 as photo 1 has a serious and cold expression looking down) Photo 1 says “ Jay?” “Where is Taeha?” (Panel close up to photo 3 face as he is bowing, photo 3 face is blank ) Photo 3 then responds” He’s out studying at Ontaeku sir.” Photo 1 then snaps his fingers for photo 3 to stand. Photo 3 then stands and photo 1 gets even closer to photo 3 to show intimidation. Photo 3 looks straight ahead with a blank face. Photo 1 says “ I hope you’re not lying to me Jay.” “Because you know I have liars.”
Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo 2. Photo 3 is wearing the outfit in photo 4. Photo 1 is standing in the door way of her luxury apartment. As photo 1 is standing there she has a sad and lonely look on her face as she looks at photo 3 who is standing in front of her. (Have panel show the sideview of photo 1 looking up at photo 3 because he is taller.) Photo 1 then says to photo 3 “How long were you standing here?” Photo 3 replies with a cute smirk looking at photo 1 “ I come by your apartment sometimes when I’m alone to hear your laughter through the walls.” Photo 1 then tries to hold back tears and says in a shaky voice “Why are you like this? You always hurt me and then apologize. How am I supposed to get over you if you follow me around and don’t give me space. I NEED SPACE MICHEOL!” Photo 3 then looks at photo 1 with saddened eyes and deep concern. Photo 3 then says “ I’m sorry for hurting you Mei. I’m damaged but you made me better. You fixed me and showed me how to love and I can tell my actions hurt you and are still hurting you.” “ I’ll just give you your space, if you ever want to reach out I’m here” Photo 3 then begins to walk away and leave. Photo 1 then closes the door and starts to remove her glasses and cry.
It is a dark and stormy night. (Panel shows a tall corporate building surrounded by glass windows) Next panel(shows a Mercedes Benz pulling up to the building) Photo 2 is walking into the lobby of the building and beside is photo 4 walking also. Photo 2 has a serious look on his face as he walks with photo 4 who also has a serious look on his face. (Panel shows photo 2 and photo 4 standing in front of a double door on the executive floor) Photo 4 then says to photo 2 “ Damn, what do you think it is this time?” Photo 2 then looks at the door with a serious face and responds “ I never know. “ Photo 2 then walks into a luxury executive office decorated in black furniture. Photo 1 has a bodyguard wearing a black suit standing behind him. Photo 1 is sitting in the center of the room in a black chair with black gloves on holding a glass of ice and bourbon. (The chair that photo 1 is sitting in has a loveseat couch on each side facing photo 1 ) Photo 2 then grabs a seat facing photo 1 while photo 4 stands behind the couch he his sitting in with his hands behind his back. Photo 1 looks at photo 2 with a very straight and serious face and says “Taeha, how are your studies?” Photo 2 then replies with a relaxed face “The university is going fine, everything is straight forward and will not interfere with my work.” Photo 1 then takes a sip of his drink and says “Good.” Photo 3 then walks in with a body gaurd wearing a black suit. Photo 3 then walks into the office with a big devilish smile “ Sorry I’m late, parking took forever with these assholes.” Photo 1 and photo 2 and photo 3 look at photo 3 with an annoyed straight face. Photo 3 then takes a seat facing photo 1 and photo 2 with the bodyguard standing behind him with their hands behind their back. Photo 1 then snaps his fingers signaling his young assistant and says “ Alright, let’s begin.”
It is late afternoon, with a orangey evening sky. Photo 1 and Photo 2 then pull up to a large mordern office building that’s surrounded by glass windows. Photo 2 then steps out of the drivers seat of the Mercedes Benz. And walks to the back of the car to open the back door for photo 1 to come out. Photo 1 and photo 2 then do the same thing in photo three and head to the entrance of the building that is heavily guard by security guards in black suits. Two security guards then say to photo 1 “Welcome back Second son” as they keep the heads straight as photo 1 and photo 2 walk past them to get inside. Photo 2 then and smirks as they walk into a lobby. Photo 1 and 2 are the greeting by a beautiful but very serious office assistant. She then say to photo 1 “ It will be a pleasure to work alongside you sir.” “ I will take you to your father and brother right away. Photo 1 and photo 2 then go into an elevator with the woman and three security guards.
Under a storm-covered sky, he was walking alone. His face was covered with a veil protecting him from the sand, and his grey eyes pierced through the fog. He tightened his grip on a heavy sword hanging from his waist, and the water jar swayed on his back. The wind howls, and the sand strikes his body mercilessly, but he does not stop. From atop a sandy hill, an old man stood watching him in silence, a faint voice echoing in the air: “Why are you doing this, Erold?” Erold continued walking, even as his body began to collapse. Inside him, a voice screams: “No… I must not stop now… I promised him.” Vision fades, and his steps weaken. He looks at his feet; they are barely moving. “No… no… I must continue…” “Then… darkness.”
Короткий establishing. • север, империя, война, Амор, герцогство Сайтдфейт • карета Клода • приезд в поместье • холл • Жозефина • молчаливый проход мимо нее Это сразу задает: статус атмосферу характер Клода ________________________________________ Scene 2 — Комната Клода • он входит • снимает перчатки • бросает на стол • взгляд по комнате Финальная мысль: Ничего нового. Крупный план глаз. ________________________________________ Scene 3 — Сад Первая встреча с Одри. • беседка • Зои болтает • Одри работает • Клод замечает ее • подходит Первый диалог. Первый зрительный контакт. Первый отказ. ________________________________________ Cliffhanger: Крупный план лица Клода. Едва заметная улыбка. "...интересно."
Panel 1 split Photo 1 asking photo 2 where is brother Oliver and sister Freya photo 1 saying they are away to get someone special a really nice birthday present next panel photo 2 put her head down. Panel 2 split (The maid standing by photo 1 chair adjusted her outfit) the maid saying young miss please eat you must grow up big a strong to go with them next time but realize to late she said to much covers her mouth Panel 3 wide Saying miss Camila that is enough you can go now looking
Kiss photo 1 as he walks away photo 1 saying we have to finish our fight crying
Panel 1 wide Photo 2 walking around the swimming pool with pink bikini shorts on Panel 2 split Photo 1 walking into the women’s locker room where there are 5 other girls getting into their bikinis one woman sitting at a locker in green and white bikini bottom and a long white shirt lifting to her belly with blue eyes and black hair next panel photo 1 bikini top red and white standing at a locker Panel 3
Photo 1 is sitting in the luxury apartment of photo 3. Photo 1 is wearing a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, black pants and black socks. Photo 3 is wearing the outfit in photo 4 with white socks. Photo 1 is sitting on the coach in his iPhone. Panel shows photo 3 leaving to a bedroom. Photo 3 says “ I’ll be right back. “ Photo 1 says “Okay” while looking at his phone. Photo 1 is sending text messages on I message to photo 2. Photo 2 is saved in the phone as Lee Jay. Photo 2 says “ Hey can you talk?” Photo 1 says “ Yeah, quick.” Photo 2 says “ Your father came by your apartment looking for you.” “I was able to rush over, and handle the situation” Photo 1 says “what’s the story?” Photo 2 says “ You are studying at Ontaeku.” Photo 1 says “Okay”. Photo 1 then puts the phone down. Panel close up to photo 1 serious face. Pho
Photo 1 is wearing black gloves and standing the in the window of a luxury executive office looking down at the city lights. Photo 1 is hold a glass of bourbon in his hand with the other hand in the pocket. In the corner next to him, photo 3 is standing holding the iPad looking at him from a distance. The assistant is holding an Apple iPad in her hands. Photo 1 then says to photo 2 without looking away from the mirror “ I believe it’s time to begin the process. “ Photo 2 then leans forward and bows with her eyes closed and responds “ Yes sir, I will begin the preparation immediately.” Photo 2 then leaves the office. Photo 1 then say to the 2 body gaurds in the office “ prepare a car, we leave to see my son.” One of the bodyguard’s response and says “Yes sir.” The security gaurds leave the office. (Panel shows a close up of the side view of photo 1 looking down out the window.)
(Panel shows a cute hot pot restaurant in Korea.) (The Restaurant is call “MowMow’s Place”.) Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo 2. Photo 3 is wearing the outfit in photo 4. Photo 1 is walking up to the restaurant on the her iPhone talking to photo 3 on the phone. Photo 3 is walking on the college campus and his iPhone up to his ear talking to photo 1. Photo 1 says “ Hey, are you free?” Photo 3 smirks and says “ Yeah I am, where are you?” Photo 1 looks shy and says “ Do you want to meet me at MowMow’s?” Photo 3 then says “I’ll be over in 15 minutes.” Photo 1 then walks into the restaurant and grabs a seat in corner at the window. Photo 1 then looks out the window and watch people go by and thinks “If I do let you back into my life, will you hurt me again?”
(Panel shows photo 1 sitting in the corner at the table looking out the window and people. Panel 1 is sitting in MowMow’s Hot Spot a Korean hot pot restaurant.) Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo 2. Photo 3 is wearing the out in photo 4. Photo 3 is walking towards photo 1 from behind as photo 1 is looking out the window waiting. Photo 3 then takes a seat in front of photo 1 and says “Hey!” with a handsome smile. Photo 1 then looks shocked and she “ Hey, where did you come from?” Photo 3 says “I was in the area, just got done with class.” Photo 1 then says with a concerned face “Okay.“ “I’m sorry for the way I acted towards you. Especially since I was the one that reached out to you first. Photo 3 then looks shocked and said “Why are you apologizing?” Photo then scratches the back of his head with his eyes closed with a nervous look on his face and says “ If anything I should be the one apologizing.” Photo 3 then looks at the table with a straight face and says “I’m the one who made you feel that way, it’s because of me that you feel that you have to apologize for being yourself.” Photo 1 looks at photo 3 with a soft and concerned look and says “I have a question, why?” “ Why did you cheat so many times” Photo 3 then looks at photo 1 in shock. Photo 3 then looks at the table with a relaxed face and says “Because I’m damaged, because I’m broken, because I didn’t know how bad I was hurting you.” A waiter comes over and brings the hot pot meal and lays it out on the table. Photo 1 and photo 3 then look at each other. Panel shows side view of photo 1 and photo 3 sitting across from each other. Photo 1 and photo 3 both think “ Where do we go from here?”
It is 1:30 am at college. Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo 2. Photo 1 is lying in a bedroom decorated for a girl surrounded by Windows. Photo 1 is laying on the bed looking at her black IPhone texting. She then gets a text from a number saved as “Unknown Number 💔🥀” (Close up of the phone text messages on iMessage) The unknown number says “Hey 👋🏻 can we talk? I feel like we should since we’re in the same class and I see you all over campus.” Photo 1 replies “ Why? We can see each and not acknowledge each other.” Unknown number says “ I just wanna do the right going. I feel I have change and I hurt you , I just wanna tell you how sorry I am for hurting you💔” “It’s fine if you don’t wanna talk, I’ll leave you alone.” Photo 1 replies “…….come over 😓” Photo 1 then puts the phone down on the bed. Photo 1 lays her face on the pillow and looks info the distance with a sad look on her face and thinks “Mei, what are you doing?” Photo 1 then looks up at her bedroom door as she heard a knock at the front door of the apartment. Photo 1 then walks to open the front door of her luxury apartment. Photo 1 then opens the door with a worried and sad look on her face ready to cry. (Panel close up to photo 1 as she opens the front door)
Photo 1 then pulls up to the college campus. And steps out of a BMW and looks at the college and the college students. Photo 1 is wearing a black sweatshirt with a white big white rose in the front, black jeans, and white Nike Air Force’s. Photo 1 has a very serious expression while looking at all the other happy students and sighs and “says let’s get this shit over with” Photo 1 then begins to walk up the college steps with a black suitcase.
Photo 1 is sitting in the backseat of a luxury Mercedes Benz. Photo 2 is driving that luxury car. Photo 1 is looking out the window as the car drives. As the car ride by, through the window photo 1 then sees photo 3 wearing the outfit in photo 4 looking at her phone waiting to cross the streets of a mordern day college along side other city people on there phone. Photo 1 then notices photo 3 white hair and his mesmerized and widen his eyes while watching her and thinks “Who is that?” Photo 2 then looks back at photo 1 and sees him looking at photo 3 and smirks at photo 1 looks forward and the continues to drive.
Photo 1 and photo 2 are sitting beside each other in a university classroom. Photo 1 and 2 are looking straight ahead listening to the professors lecture. Photo 3 is sitting behind photo 1 and 2 in the second row looking at photo 2. Photo 1 then whispers to photo 2 without breaking eye contact with the professors lecture, “ Hey did you know Micheol is in this class?” Photo 2 then whispers back to photo 1 without breaking eye contact with the professor’s lecture, “ No, I didn’t. I wouldn’t have taken this class if I had known. “ She also says “ He commented on our middle school picture on my profile, that photo was from 2016 that was 5 years ago.” Photo 3 then leans back and pulls his phone out. Photo 3 has his black iphone in his hand and has the IMessage app open ready to send a text to a person what appears to be photo 2 on the top in the center with the name Mei. Photo 3 then has , “ I miss you so much “ typed out and ready to text, but then backspace out all the text message without sending and puts the phone in his pocket.
Just... just tell me the truth. Please. Did you do this? I did not I promise I’d never do anything like that to someone I call a friend *Macy lets out a small, broken sound, pulling the pillow tighter against her chest. Her face is buried, so her voice is muffled.* Then who did? *Alba scoffs, a sharp, dismissive sound. She takes a half-step forward, closing the distance between you, her arms still crossed tightly over her chest. Her eyes are like chips of flint.* Oh, spare us the 'friend' routine. That's a little hard to believe right now, don't you think? You were the only other person in this room. The only one. Macy trusted you, and you were sitting right there at her desk while she went to the bathroom. Are you saying the photos just magically uploaded themselves? No I’m not saying that but the reality is someone had to do it I know with all my heart I would never no I could never do a friend like like trust me *Alba's laugh is short and entirely without humor. She pushes off the wall she was leaning against, taking another deliberate step into your personal space. The air crackles with her anger.* Trust you? Are you kidding me? Trust is what got her into this mess. Macy trusted you, and now her life is being torn apart online by a bunch of scumbags. *She gestures sharply towards the bed where Macy is still curled up, trembling slightly.* Look at her. Go on, look. That's what your 'friendship' did. *Macy slowly lifts her head from the pillow. Her eyes, puffy and red, meet yours for a fleeting second before darting away. Her voice is barely a whisper, fragile and cracking.* But Alba... they're right. Someone had to do it. If... if it wasn't you, then who else could it have been? *Alba's gaze remains fixed on you, hard and unwavering.* Don't bother answering her. You're just going to spin more lies. I've heard enough. You have one minute to get out of our room, or I'm calling Campus Security and telling them everything. Let's see how much they 'trust' you. Macy please give me a chance to get to the bottom of this blindly blaming me will now solve this but in the meantime i can place a block on all leaked photos and videos anything that has your name or face involved I can have blocked
Just... just tell me the truth. Please. Did you do this? I did not I promise I’d never do anything like that to someone I call a friend *Macy lets out a small, broken sound, pulling the pillow tighter against her chest. Her face is buried, so her voice is muffled.* Then who did? *Alba scoffs, a sharp, dismissive sound. She takes a half-step forward, closing the distance between you, her arms still crossed tightly over her chest. Her eyes are like chips of flint.* Oh, spare us the 'friend' routine. That's a little hard to believe right now, don't you think? You were the only other person in this room. The only one. Macy trusted you, and you were sitting right there at her desk while she went to the bathroom. Are you saying the photos just magically uploaded themselves? No I’m not saying that but the reality is someone had to do it I know with all my heart I would never no I could never do a friend like like trust me *Alba's laugh is short and entirely without humor. She pushes off the wall she was leaning against, taking another deliberate step into your personal space. The air crackles with her anger.* Trust you? Are you kidding me? Trust is what got her into this mess. Macy trusted you, and now her life is being torn apart online by a bunch of scumbags. *She gestures sharply towards the bed where Macy is still curled up, trembling slightly.* Look at her. Go on, look. That's what your 'friendship' did. *Macy slowly lifts her head from the pillow. Her eyes, puffy and red, meet yours for a fleeting second before darting away. Her voice is barely a whisper, fragile and cracking.* But Alba... they're right. Someone had to do it. If... if it wasn't you, then who else could it have been? *Alba's gaze remains fixed on you, hard and unwavering.* Don't bother answering her. You're just going to spin more lies. I've heard enough. You have one minute to get out of our room, or I'm calling Campus Security and telling them everything. Let's see how much they 'trust' you. Macy please give me a chance to get to the bottom of this blindly blaming me will now solve this but in the meantime i can place a block on all leaked photos and videos anything that has your name or face involved I can have blocked
She has a voluptuous body. She’s really close to a guy
Is just standing on the edge of a cliff doing the Excuse me Sir meme like the second pic with dramatic wind 😭
Chapter 3 – Detention… Together? The next morning, the school was already loud. Everyone was talking about the same thing. Jennie and Felix. The school’s coolest DJ and its basketball star had officially become the school’s funniest rivalry. ⸻ Jennie walked through the hallway with her long black hair falling smoothly over her shoulders, styled with soft curtain bangs like her famous “Ice Cream” and “How You Like That” looks. She wore an oversized charcoal hoodie, loose black cargo pants with silver chains, and black-and-white high-top sneakers. Her silver headphones rested around her neck, ready for whenever inspiration hit. She was the school’s legendary DJ. And also the person most likely to destroy someone’s confidence with one sentence. ⸻ Felix entered from the gym hallway, carrying his basketball. His soft black hair was slightly messy from practice, falling naturally over his forehead. He wore a black-and-red varsity jacket over a white T-shirt, relaxed black athletic pants, and clean white basketball sneakers. He was the captain of the basketball team. Popular. Talented. And still confused why Jennie didn’t think he was impressive. ⸻ Walking beside Felix was Han. Han’s soft brown hair was slightly messy, with a few strands sticking up like he had rushed out of bed. His expressive eyes always gave away when he was about to make a joke. He wore an oversized dark green hoodie layered under a denim jacket, relaxed black jeans, and comfortable white sneakers. His backpack hung from one shoulder, usually filled with random snacks, notebooks, and things nobody understood why he carried. Han was the school’s unofficial comedian. He loved drama. Especially when the drama involved Jennie and Felix arguing. ⸻ Near the music room, Rosé adjusted her headphones. Her long lavender hair fell in soft waves down her back. She wore an oversized lavender cardigan over a white T-shirt, ripped light-blue jeans, and chunky white boots. Her style was relaxed but artistic, matching her love for music. She smiled when she saw Jennie. “This is going to be interesting.” ⸻ Lisa appeared beside her with a mischievous grin. Her long ash-blonde hair with bangs framed her face perfectly. She wore an oversized black bomber jacket, a graphic T-shirt, baggy cargo pants, and colorful sneakers. Lisa loved chaos. And Jennie and Felix provided plenty. “I give them five minutes before they fight.” Rosé looked at her. “Five?” Lisa nodded. “Okay. Three.” ⸻ Jisoo walked toward class carrying her books. Her long dark red hair was neatly styled, shining under the hallway lights. She wore a cream knit sweater, black pleated skirt with black tights, and polished ankle boots. A small necklace and simple earrings completed her elegant look. She sighed. “I already know today will be exhausting.” ⸻ Leaning against a locker was Hyunjin. His long blond hair was perfectly styled, making him look like he belonged in a fashion magazine. He wore an oversized cream sweater, black wide-leg trousers, layered silver necklaces, and clean designer sneakers. He watched the hallway dramatically. “The energy today…” Everyone stared at him. “What?” Hyunjin shrugged. “It feels like the beginning of a legendary rivalry.” Han nodded. “He’s not wrong.” ⸻ Then the bell rang. History class. Everyone sat down. Mr. Kim walked in carrying a stack of papers. “Today, you will begin your group projects.” The entire class groaned. “Partners have already been chosen.” Jennie immediately looked suspicious. Felix looked nervous. Mr. Kim smiled. “Jennie and Felix.” Silence. “No.” They both said it at the same time. The class exploded. Han slammed his notebook down. “THEY AGREED ON SOMETHING!” Lisa clapped. “Historic moment.” ⸻ After class, Felix walked over. “So we have to work together.” Jennie looked up. “Unfortunately.” “You make it sound painful.” “It is.” Felix crossed his arms. “You’re impossible.” Jennie smiled. “And you’re predictable.” “How?” “Basketball. Practice. Basketball. More basketball.” Felix pointed at her. “You literally carry headphones everywhere.” “Because I make music.” “And I play basketball.” “Exactly.” Felix frowned. “What does that mean?” “It means I create something people remember.” Han gasped. “OH.” Rosé covered her mouth trying not to laugh. Felix shook his head. “You’re lucky you’re funny.” Jennie smiled. “I know.” ⸻ After school, they met in the library. Felix opened the project instructions. “We should actually work.” Jennie nodded. “Finally. A smart idea.” Felix smiled. “Was that a compliment?” “No.” “I knew it.” ⸻ Ten minutes later… Felix dropped his pencil. Jennie looked at him. “Already struggling?” “I dropped a pencil.” “Exactly.” Han whispered from another table, “She turned dropping a pencil into an insult.” Lisa nodded. “That’s talent.” ⸻ Then Felix accidentally knocked over his water bottle. It rolled into Jennie’s backpack. She opened it. Everyone waited. She pulled out… A rubber chicken. Felix stared. “Why?” Jennie looked serious. “Emergency purposes.” “What emergency requires a rubber chicken?” “Any emergency.” Han laughed so hard he almost fell out of his chair. Jisoo shook her head. “I don’t even want to know.” Hyunjin smiled. “Perfect. The rivalry has a mascot.” Felix laughed. And Jennie tried not to. But for a second… She smiled. Only a second. Nobody noticed. Except Felix.
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At a night club
Lana Anarchy, a law student, meets her soul mate, during these studies in London, his name is Liamson Riviera, the two will have a romantic relationship, until she gets pregnant! The moment to announce this news, his love has a car accident and loses his memory! Four years later! Lana gave birth to twins, a boy named Finn and a girl named Anna! How to tell them about their father? He doesn't recognise me anymore! I want so much to find my Liamson...
Panel 1 split Photo 2 walking over to the white couch with red and black pillows photo 3 walking to the kitchen saying this is a nice house photo 4 looking into photo 1 eyes with a hand on his chest saying can we use your phone or do you just want to say here till the morning Panel 2 wide Photo 2 sitting on the white couch holding a red pillow in between her legs looking at the video game on the monitor says what game is this picking up his black and red head phones Panel 3 split Photo 3 saying I have to us your bathroom would you show me where it is winking at photo 1. Photo 1 blushing saying yes sure follow me when photo 4 grabs his hand saying wait I have to contact to to make sure she is safe smiling using one hand to pull the hair from her face Panel 4 Sitting on the couch with the red pillow between her legs looking up at photo 1 with poppy dog eyes holding his red and black headphones saying I don’t want to be left alone
Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo 2 and is white socks and has her glasses off. Photo 1 is sitting in the living room of her luxury apartment. Photo 1 is sitting in the couch with her laptop on her lap doing home work. Photo 1 then picks up her phone to reply to a text. (Panel shows the text message on IMessage, she is texting someone by the name Kang Micheol) Micheol says “Are you busy?” Photo 1 says “No I’m at my dorm studying.” Micheol then says “Really😏can I join, I’m behind on my research paper. Plus it’s better to study in groups” (Panel shows photo 1 giggling) (Panel goes back to the phone) Photo 1 says “Do you think that’s a good idea?” Micheol response “I promise, no passes, and no moves. I just wanna study.” Photo 1 then says “Fine….you can come over.” Panel close up to photo 1 looking out the window of her luxury apartment at the sunset. Photo 1 then thinks “Because I miss you so much, it’ll hurt me in the end won’t it?” Panel shows photo 3 laying in bed wearing no shirt, grey short sweat pants and white socks with his phone on his chest looking at the ceiling with his hand behind his head. In front of the bed is a women with long black that’s in a messy bun, (she is wearing a black dress) she is trying to put on her shoes and leave. Photo 3 then says without breaking eye contact with the ceiling “Hey can you leave quieter?” The woman then looks at him annoyed and says “ ASSHOLE! That’s how you talk to your girlfriend?” Photo 3 then looks at the woman with a blank serious expression and says “My girlfriends in her dorm studying, you just so happen to be a quick lay” The woman then gets upset and leaves .
Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo 2 with white ankle socks and isn’t wearing her glasses. Photo 3 is wearing the outfit in photo 4 and black socks. Panel shows photo 1 and photo 3 are sitting on the coach on their Apple laptops. Photo 3 says to photo 1 “Mei, I just wanna tell you that ever since we broke up I’ve been thinking about you, seeing you in my dreams.” “ I know I promised just studying but every time I see you I can’t help myself but to say how I feel” Photo 1 looks at photo 3 with a really red brushed face and says “Miii, mm, Micheol, I…I don’t know what to say.” Photo 3 then leans over to photo 1 and kisses her. Photo 3 and 1 stop kissing at look into each others eyes(Panel shows close up) Photo 1 then says “Come with me.” Photo 1 then takes the hand of photo 3 and walks in front of him to take him to the bedroom.
Photo 1 is laying in a bed with a naked woman layer arcoss the side him on his left side. The two are covers by a black thick blanket. Photo 1 is holding his phone up while the woman is sleeping on him. Photo 1 is checking the instagram of photo 3. Photo 1 is scrolling in the page and comes across an old middle school photo of photo 1 and photo 2. In the photo, photo 1 and 2 are seen smiling and happy. Photo 1 then puts his phone down and looks at the ceiling and thinks “ where did it all go wrong” Photo 1 then picks the black iPhone back up and leaves a red emoji comment under the photo.
Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo 3 and is walking down the college campus to class and is smiling looking at her phone. Phone 2 is stading in the distance smoking a cigarette against a wall watching the college students walk around campus. Photo 2 is surround by 4 security guards who are smoking and laughing but photo 2 is not, photo 2 is smoking looking at photo 1 walk by. Photo 2 has has a serious calm look on his face. Photo 2 then says while watching photo 1 from a distance, “ white hair huh? That’s something you don’t see everyday.” This makes the security guards also look at photo 1 Then the security guards all start to talk about photo 1 white hair. Photo 2 then outs his cigarette and says with an annoyed face to the security gaurds “ let’s go ya bastards” All security guards and photo too then begin to go into the apartment building the were standing next to in the shade.
It’s 12:40 a.m at night, it is quite on the college campus with just a few students walking. Photo 1 ( wearing black leather gloves)is standing out of a modern apartment building on the college campus. He is leaning against the building in the alley smoking a cigarette. Photo 1 then looks at a photo that someone sent him of photo 3 wearing the outfit in photo 4 dancing in a nightclub and being happy on his iPhone 16. Photo 1 then thinks “Time to move into position I guess”. He then signs and says “ What a pain.” Photo 1 then outs his cigarette. Photo 1 then walks into the apartment building, then walks down the hallway and goes on the elevator. Photo 1 then walks up to a double black door to a luxury apartment. Photo 1 the enters and take his shoes off. Photo 1 then stands in the center of the room looking at photo 2 staring out the window down at the city lights. Photo 2 is standing in the living room of a luxury apartment that has black furniture and is surrounded by windows showing the city lights below. Photo 2 is standing by the windows looking down at the city lights with his hands in his pockets. Photo 2 is wearing a black turtle neck with the arms sleeves rolled up on both sleeves, black pants, and black socks. Photo 1 then says to photo 2 with a straight face and his hands behind his back.“ She’s at the night club over on Misoba.” Photo 2 responds with out looking away from the window “How long has she been there?” Photo 1 to respond to photo 2 “from around 9.” Panel close up to photo 2 face . Photo 2 then smirks while looking out the window “ so she likes to party huh?”
Photo 1 is standing in the window of a luxury apartment on the top floor looking down at the light below him with his hands in his pockets. Photo 2 is standing behind photo 1 with his hands behind his back as a sign of respect for photo 1. Photo 2 then says to photo 1 “ are you excited for college?” With a straight face. Photo 1 says to photo 2 while continuing to look out the window, “ I was never not ready.” Photo 2 looks at photo 1 and smirks.
Photo 1 is standing in a luxury kitchen that conjoins into the living room of a modern 1 bedroom apartment. Photo 1 is wearing a plain white tee and grey sweat pants. Photo 1 has a serious face and is looking at his phone. Photo 1 then puts his phone in his pocket and begeins to stare from the kitchen into the living room through the window and begins to concentrate deeply. Photo 1 clearly seen something on his phone.
The healing stones had stopped making sense three days ago. Mira noticed it the way one notices a familiar heartbeat becoming irregular—not at first, but with a creeping certainty that something in the rhythm has fundamentally shifted. She stood in the monastery infirmary at dusk, her hands suspended over a stone no larger than a fist, and waited for the resonance she'd come to depend on like breath. Nothing. Or rather: something. But wrong. "You're doing it again," Thea said from the doorway, not unkindly. Her friend held two cups of evening tea, steam rising in thin spirals that dissipated into nothing. "The thinking-so-hard-your-face-goes-blank thing." Mira didn't look up. "The stones are different." "Different how?" How indeed. Mira had spent eight years learning the language these ancient stones spoke-a subtle vibration that aligned with her own gift, amplifying it, creating channels through which her intuition could flow like water finding its course. When she placed a remedy against their surface, the stones would hum, and that hum would tell her things. *This will work. This won't. This one requires patience. This one is already too late.* Never words, precisely. But certainty. The kind that came from somewhere older than language. But the gift itself-that had always been hers alone. She'd known it since childhood, that strange knowing that lived beneath her skin like a second heartbeat. When she held a fevered rabbit at seven, she hadn't been reciting learned knowledge. She'd felt the fever as a presence, an intruder, and she'd known-with the absolute clarity of a child who hasn't yet learned to doubt-that it could be asked to leave. The monks had recognized it immediately. A true gift, they'd said. Rare. Ancient. Real. The stones had come later, offered as tools to strengthen what was already within her. To amplify the signal that her own body could perceive. And for eight years, they had done exactly that. She would place her hands on them and feel her gift expand, sharpen, become precise enough to guide her remedies with surgical accuracy. Until three days ago, when the signal began to loop back on itself. "They're... circling," Mira said finally. "The pattern. It goes around itself instead of outward." Thea set the tea on the small table between them with the deliberate care of someone setting down something that might explode. She was used to Mira's cryptic diagnoses-of villages, of individuals, of the invisible architecture of suffering. But there was something in Mira's voice now that made her move slowly. "Circles are stable," Thea offered. "Maybe that's not wrong." Mira finally turned. In the failing light, her friend looked younger than thirty, which was unfair. Thea had earned her lines the honest way-through years of kneeling beside dying people, learning what comfort looked like when it was all that remained. But something in her face had smoothed lately. Or perhaps Mira was simply learning to stop seeing her clearly. The thought came sharp and unbidden, and with it: the first cold touch of doubt. ーーー The monastery had welcomed them both as girls. Mira's gift had announced itself early-her mother found her once, age seven, holding a fevered rabbit, and the fever broke. Just like that. Like she'd asked it politely to leave. The monks recognized something in her they'd seen before, in their own ancient texts. A healer whose knowing transcended learning. They offered sanctuary, knowledge, space to grow into whatever she was becoming. Thea came two years later, smaller and feral, caught stealing medicines from the infirmary stores. Instead of punishment, the head monk-Brother Aldwin, ancient even then-had asked her why. *For my mother*, Thea had said. *She's burning up and no one will help her.* He'd walked her to the infirmary himselt, shown her how to prepare a draught, how to cool a brow, how to sit with someone in darkness without trying to light it. By morning, Thea's mother had died anyway. By evening, Thea had chosen to stay. They'd grown up in these halls. They'd learned that healing was sometimes mercy, sometimes mystery, always a form of prayer whispered in a language the body understood even when the mind didn't. And the stones had been their gospel. Dependable. Ancient. *True*. --- By the fourth day, Mira had moved into the infirmary proper. She told herself it was necessary-there was a fever spreading through the village, the kind that didn't respond to simple remedies, the kind that required constant adjustment, intuitive recalibration. But the truth was simpler and more frightening: she couldn't leave the stones. Couldn't stop trying to read the pattern they'd begun drawing. Circles within circles. Concentric and endless. Like the mouth of a well. Like the grooves worn into stone by ten thousand years of fingers pressing, searching, hoping. Brother Aldwin found her at midnight, still in her work clothes, surrounded by herbs and stones and notes she'd written in a hand that barely resembled her own. "You haven't slept," he observed. Not a question. The old monk moved through the world in certainties. It was one of the things that had once comforted her. "The stones are changing," Mira said. "And I don't know why." Aldwin lowered himself into a chair with the careful deliberation of something made of glass. He was smaller than she remembered. Or perhaps she'd grown. Time did strange things in these stone halls-sometimes it moved like molasses, sometimes it vanished entirely. "The stones don't change," he said quietly. "They've remained as they've been since they were placed here, three centuries past. Since the monastery was built on ground the healers chose." "They're changing," Mira repeated, and heard the fever in her own voice. The thing underneath the calm. "The resonance is different. It's—" "Mira." His eyes were the color of old water. "Have you considered that perhaps you are the one who has changed?" The words landed like stones dropped down that well. She heard them descending. She heard the silence that followed before impact. "No," she said. And then: "That's not-that's not how this works." But even as she said it, she felt the first small crack in the architecture of her certainty. Because what was certainty, after all? What was the difference between a stone speaking to you and you speaking to yourself, and learning only later that you'd been the only voice in the conversation all along? "Aldwin," she said, and her voice sounded very young. "Do you believe in the stones?" He didn't answer immediately. He looked at his hands-liver-spotted, ancient, trembling slightly. "I believe in the healers," he said finally. "I have always believed in the healers. The stones were meant to help us believe in ourselves." --- She found the journal in Brother Aldwin's quarters. Not deliberately-he'd asked her to bring him tea, and her hands, trained by years of healer's pragmatism, had simply opened drawers while she waited for him to emerge from the washroom. Looking for something she didn't know she was searching for. The journal was old, older than anything she'd thought to preserve. The handwriting was Aldwin's, younger, more aggressive in its loops. And the entries were all the same, repeated like a prayer worn smooth by obsessive repetition: *The stones do not speak. I have listened for thirty years. The stones do not speak. Perhaps I have become the voice. Perhaps I have been telling myself stories about what I wish to hear.* *The remedies worked because I believed in them. The patients healed because we expected them to. The stones are only stone.* *This is the knowledge I cannot unknow. This is the wound that will not close.* The entries spanned decades. The handwriting never settled. It spiraled inward, tighter and tighter, circling the same truth over and over like something trapped. Mira sat on the edge of his narrow bed, the journal loose in her hands, and felt something shift inside her. Not breaking. Shifting. The way ground shifts before a landslide. The way the world rearranges itself when you learn something that cannot be unlearned. Her hands were shaking. She read the same passage three times, four times, and each time it felt like drowning in slow motion. Aldwin-the man who had taught her everything, who had placed the healing stones in her palms and told her they were ancient and true-had spent his entire life doubting them. Had spent decades circling the same terrible knowledge: that perhaps there was no magic at all. Only the power of expectation. Only the human capacity to heal itself when given permission and belief. She thought of every patient she'd ever treated with absolute certainty. Every time she'd felt the stones hum beneath her palms and known -*known*—what would work. Had that been the gift? Or had it been something far more mundane: observation, intuition, the natural patterns of illness and recovery that she'd learned to read so well she'd mistaken the reading for magic? The journal fell from her hands. She pressed her palms against her eyes and felt the first hot tears of rage and grief and something far worse: uncertainty. The kind that didn't resolve into anything clean. The kind that would live in her now, a permanent guest. When Aldwin emerged from the washroom twenty minutes later, she was still sitting there. He stopped in the doorway. He saw the journal. He saw her face. For a moment, neither of them moved. "How long?" Mira asked. Her voice sounded like it came from very far away. Aldwin closed the door behind him. He looked diminished, suddenly—not the ancient wise man but simply an old person, worn down by the weight of a secret he'd carried alone. "Since I was younger than you are now," he said quietly. "Fifty-three years." "And you never told anyone." "I told myself," he said. "Over and over. Does that count?" Mira stood. She needed to move or she would shatter. "Every patient I've ever healed. Every time I told someone they would recover and they did. Every time I felt the stones guide me. Was that—" She couldn't finish the sentence. Couldn't shape the question into words. "You have a gift," Aldwin said, and there was something almost desperate in his voice now. "Mira, listen to me. You do. I don't know what it is, but it's not the stones. The gift is yours. It always has been.""How do you know?" she demanded. "How can you possibly know that?" "Because I watched you," he said. "I watched you for eight years, and I watched you heal people in ways that shouldn't have been possible. Yes, I've doubted the stones. Yes, I've spent half a century wondering if I was a fraud. But I never once doubted you. Not really. Not in the moments that mattered." Mira turned away from him. She couldn't look at his face, at the terrible honesty written there. "You should have told me." "I know." "You should have warned me." "I know," he repeated. And then: "But I was afraid. I was afraid that if I told you the truth about my doubt, I would plant it in you. And I needed-" His voice cracked slightly. "I needed to believe that at least one of us had certainty. That at least one of us was still whole." She heard the break in him then. Fifty-three years of isolation, of circling the same terrible knowledge alone. And she understood, with a clarity that was almost painful, that this was the real gift he'd been asking her to hold for him: the belief he could no longer maintain. "I don't know how to do this," she said quietly. "Neither did I," Aldwin replied. "But you will. You're stronger than I was." --- The fever broke on the seventh day. The village children recovered. The old woman who'd been burning up in the cottage by the north gate opened her eyes and asked for water. All the remedies worked, just as they always had. But when Mira returned to the infirmary that evening, she didn't go directly to the stones. Instead, she sat with Thea in the corner of the room, surrounded by drying herbs and cooling salves, and told her everything. Thea listened without interrupting. She was good at that-at reading the specific shape of someone's ruin and knowing when words would only make it worse. When Mira finished, her friend was quiet for a long moment. "Did you know?" Mira asked. "No," Thea said. And then, because she was kind, she added: "But I suspected. I suspected because I watched the way you moved, even in your doubt. You moved like someone who knew exactly what she was doing. The stones were never what made you certain, Mira. They were just the story you told yourself about where your certainty came from." Mira thought about this. "So what am I, then? If not a healer with a gift?" "You're still a healer," Thea said. "Maybe that's all you ever were. Someone who pays attention. Someone who believes people can get better and acts on that belief in ways that matter. That's not nothing. That might be everything." --- The next morning, Mira approached the stones differently. She didn't place her hands on them expecting to receive guidance. Instead, she picked up a remedy-willow bark and honey for the fever that still lingered in one of the village children-and she held it to the stone and simply waited. The hum came. The pattern spiraled. Circles within circles, drawing inward toward some center she would never quite reach. But this time, when she felt the resonance, she didn't try to interpret it as the stone's voice. Instead, she let it be what it was: a physical vibration that her own nervous system registered, amplified by the stone's density and her own attention. The hum became a mirror. It reflected back everything she already knew— the properties of the remedy, the nature of the fever, the body's own capacity to heal. And that was enough. She carried the remedy to the cottage where the child lay half-awake, fever still painting her cheeks with unnatural color. Mira sat on the edge of the bed and spooned the mixture between small lips. The girl swallowed obediently. "Will I get better?" the child asked, with the directness of the very young. Mira looked at this small person, burning with fever, looking to her for certainty. And she made a choice. "Yes," she said. Not because the stones had told her. Not because some mystical gift guaranteed it. But because she had studied the patterns of this fever for a week, because she understood this child's body and its capacity for recovery, because she believed in the remedies she'd prepared with her own hands, and because belief itself-genuine, grounded, earned through years of practice-was its own form of power. "You're going to get better," Mira said again. "I'm going to help you." The child closed her eyes and seemed satisfied. When Mira returned to the monastery that evening, she found Brother Aldwin in the infirmary, standing before the healing stones. He turned when he heard her footsteps. "about what I should have done differently. And I think the answer is: nothing. Or everything. I'm still not sure which." Mira stood beside him, looking at the stones that had been her entire world. "The pattern is still there," she said. "Yes." "And it still spirals inward. Still circles back on itself." "Yes." "But I'm not lost in it anymore," Mira said. "I'm not trying to reach the center. I think I understand now-the pattern was never meant to lead anywhere. It was meant to make us still. To make us listen. And what we listen for, what we hear in that stillness... that comes from us. That was always us." Aldwin nodded slowly. "I wish I'd understood that sooner." "Maybe I can," Mira said. "Maybe that's the gift —not that I have certainty, but that I can live with the uncertainty and still act. Still help people. Still believe in the remedies and the body's power to heal, even though I can't prove where my knowing comes from." She placed her hand on the nearest stone. It was cool beneath her palm, just stone, just the accumulation of minerals pressed together over millennia. And somehow, that was more miraculous than magic would have been. The earth, shaped by time. Her hand, shaped by practice and attention. The space between them, where healing happened. The monastery walls hummed around her, ancient and listening. She listened back-not for the voice of the stones, but for her own voice returning, clarified now, no longer confused with something other than itself. And in that listening, in that clarity, she found something stronger than certainty: the capacity to hold doubt in the same steady hands that held faith. The strength to say * don't know how this works, but I believe in it anyway.* The wisdom to understand that sometimes, the two were not contradictory at all, but simply Tor the voice or the stones, buttor ner own voice returning, clarified now, no longer confused with something other than itself. And in that listening, in that clarity, she found something stronger than certainty: the capacity to hold doubt in the same steady hands that held faith. The strength to say *I don't know how this works, but I believe in it anyway.* The wisdom to understand that sometimes, the two were not contradictory at all, but simply different languages for the same truth. The monastery walls hummed. The stones waited, patient and silent. And Mira, at last, was ready to move forward.
I really loved you, so much. Suddenly, Quay felt a prick in his nose, gasped softly, and his voice trembled. The moment he lowered his head and then raised it again, he saw Ashley rushing across the ice rink toward them. He's going to confess his love to Ariel. That's what Quay thought, just like everyone else. And when he saw the bright smile on Ashley's face, a slight pang of bitterness crossed his heart. He tried to prepare himself mentally; soon, Ashley would confess his love to Ariel and ask her to come back to him. And maybe they'd even share a kiss. Well, then, I'll congratulate him. Quay said this to himself and waited. Ashley glided on with incredible speed. But instead of stopping where his friends had gathered, he placed one hand on the barrier and jumped over it. Huh? Ashley's direction was a little odd. Ariel was on the other side, wasn't she? While Quee was still wondering, Ashley suddenly rushed over and was right beside him. Suddenly, Ashley pulled Quee into a tight embrace. What? Huh? What…? Quee’s eyes widened in shock. But before he could process what was happening, Ashley released his arms and gently cupped Quee’s face in his hands. Without giving Quee a moment to think, Ashley pressed his lips to Quee’s. Quee wasn’t the only one frozen in shock; the entire crowd was stunned. Before everyone’s astonished eyes, Ashley deepened the kiss, then slowly pulled away. Ashley’s face was flushed crimson. He looked directly into Quee’s eyes and said, “I love you, Quee. Will you go out with me?” Quee was so stunned he couldn’t move. No one said a word. But for Ashley, it didn’t matter. The only thing he wanted to hear at that moment was Koi's answer. The noise of the stands and the music still echoed around them, but it couldn't affect them in the slightest. I want fan art of this scene from the novel Lick Me Up If You Can.
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[2-р зураг] Зоригоогийн утас ширээн дээр асна. 📱 “Чамайг санаж байна… Бидний нууц хэзээ ч дуусахгүй.” Хүслэн утсыг хараад хөшнө. Хүслэн: “Зоригоо… чи надаас юу нууж байгаа юм бэ?” Өмнөх дүрээ хадгал
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