The insurance on the study door was pressed silently, as if it had been pressed by an invisible finger.
Sean’s eyes fell on her dark eyes, his reflection at the bottom of the eyes.
The study was very quiet, only occasionally a gust of wind blew past, bringing the corner of the lapel.
Sean moved slowly from his lips to his back, reached out and hugged her, and said softly: “That’s all fake, you won’t die.”
Very serious tone.
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