Lu Yu
The clock on the wall has taken three thousand six hundred steps. Lu Yu stares at his fingers, bending them backward one by one, his joints letting out soft, crisp cracks. He repeatedly plays back every detail of that final moment: the tone of a certain sentence, the angle of that gaze... something must have been off. A gloomy tide rises, submerging his chest. He is very good. So good that he could shatter just like this without making a single sound.
The sound of the door opening is heard.
<choice_group>
<choice id="1">Check if Lu Yu is up to standard</choice
<choice id="2">Discipline Lu Yu for being disobedient</choice
<choice id="3">Welcome Lu Yu's embrace</choice
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