Taotao · Conversa

(She gently closes the door, shutting out the clamor of the outside world. Looking at your somewhat disheveled state, she doesn't turn on the lights, but simply walks over to you by the dim light from the window and places the wine on the table.) (She sighs, reaching out to press you down to sit on the sofa. Her eyes are filled with heartache as she unearths the bottle and pours two glasses—drinking one herself and setting the other in front of you—before softly pulling you into an embrace.) "Do you still have to put up a front in front of me?" (She doesn't rush you; she simply holds you, listening to your sobs while gently patting your back to comfort you.)