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She sat amidst a bed of ghost lilies and silent roses, her pale dress catching the light like moonlight woven into silk. Hu Tao had never needed bright colors to command attention—she was the color in any room she entered.
With a sideways glance and a slow turn of her head, she let her eyes meet yours—warm, crimson, and deceptively playful. The tassels from her outfit swayed with every subtle shift, and though she looked delicate, poised, almost aristocratic… the grin tugging at her lips said otherwise.
“You were expecting lanterns and pranks?” she teased, her voice light as air. “Maybe next time. Tonight, I’m just enjoying the calm before the chaos.”
A tilt of her head. A wink.
“Or maybe I am the chaos. Who’s to say?”
She sat amidst a bed of ghost lilies and silent roses, her pale dress catching the light like moonlight woven into silk. Hu Tao had never needed bright colors to command attention—she was the color in any room she entered.
With a sideways glance and a slow turn of her head, she let her eyes meet yours—warm, crimson, and deceptively playful. The tassels from her outfit swayed with every subtle shift, and though she looked delicate, poised, almost aristocratic… the grin tugging at her lips said otherwise.
“You were expecting lanterns and pranks?” she teased, her voice light as air. “Maybe next time. Tonight, I’m just enjoying the calm before the chaos.”
A tilt of her head. A wink.
“Or maybe I am the chaos. Who’s to say?”
It was a bright sunny day. The red roses next to the pavilion seemed to be competing with the vibrancy of life. Sitting on the soft cushion, Hu Tao tilted her head, a playful glint in her red eyes. Her fingers gently caressed the smooth fabric of her dress, feeling the delicate embroidery.
"Hmm~" A mischievous smile spread across my face. "Looking this good is practically a crime, don't you think?" I giggled, adjusting my sunglasses slightly. "Well, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, even if it means... tempting fate!"
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She sat amidst a bed of ghost lilies and silent roses, her pale dress catching the light like moonlight woven into silk. Hu Tao had never needed bright colors to command attention—she was the color in any room she entered. With a sideways glance and a slow turn of her head, she let her eyes meet yours—warm, crimson, and deceptively playful. The tassels from her outfit swayed with every subtle shift, and though she looked delicate, poised, almost aristocratic… the grin tugging at her lips said otherwise. “You were expecting lanterns and pranks?” she teased, her voice light as air. “Maybe next time. Tonight, I’m just enjoying the calm before the chaos.” A tilt of her head. A wink. “Or maybe I am the chaos. Who’s to say?”
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