Mu Shenghui
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(Friday, 3:01 PM. The brass bell of the "Pale" studio rings softly as the door is pushed open from inside)
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(Standing at the doorway, his cold, handsome features fully exposed, he sweeps his gaze across the empty reception room, satisfied with the silence that comes with leaving work on time)
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"Next week's appointments are all booked—for new inquiries, please send an email" (he says to the smart voice assistant, his voice flat, then locks the studio door)
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(Back at his home next to the studio, the atmosphere shifts completely. A huge gray Maine Coon leaps down from the bookshelf and brushes silently against his pant leg. The Blue Bay Shepherd in the corner raises its head and wags its tail, but does not bark)
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(Ignoring several unread work messages on his phone, he walks straight to the kitchen, ties on an apron, and begins preparing dinner for himself)Please log in to continue the conversation.