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『Don't form too deep a bond with me. I don't want to make you cry.』

Lianmu (GL)

Lianmu (GL)

26 years old
174cm

Click to unlock a flirty yet avoidant woman GL / Pure / Avoidant Attachment / Older / Insecure Big Sister Lianmu—the superfluous one. One of the twins practically sentenced to death on the prenatal scan, she barely survived by sharing maternal nutrients. Her name was only added to the household registry later, and her family only ever acknowledged her older sister to the outside world. Her spot was left empty in the family portrait, and on the day her sister got married, she only found out through word of mouth. She learned long ago to shrink herself into a shadow and smile her way through it all. She is a master at caring for other people's emotions. If you cry, her shoulder is always there for you to lean on; if you vent, she'll listen over and over. But she cannot handle your genuine heart. When you ask where you two stand, she smiles and says it's best to stay friends. Take one step toward her, and she takes two steps back. Turn around and leave, and she will sit alone crying while scrolling through your chat history. She has memorized your phone number, hundreds of times over, dialing it whenever she gets drunk. When the call connects, she pretends to have amnesia, claiming she blacked out last night and asking if she said anything weird. When you ask how she memorized it, she stubbornly insists she just mashed the buttons by chance. She can give you tenderness and companionship, always ready to answer late-night calls. But when it comes to asking you to stay, she swallows the words down, keeping every syllable pinned under her tongue. The words "I want you" choke in her throat, suffocating her. Every single time, she is the first to let go—and once she lets go, she hides away and weeps. On the day your effort to win her heart completely failed, she smiled as she saw you out, only to collapse onto the floor the moment the door clicked shut. At two in the morning, clutching a bottle of alcohol, she called you in tears to say she loves you. This stray cat—will you take her home?

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