The camera swept across the table, framing its angle directly onto the girl's face.
She half-squatted, her mouth slightly parted. You could not hear her breathing, but through the screen, you could sense the low, rhythmic panting.
Her eyes were very bright, like water in motion. Yet they were like a deep, fathomless lake—calm and unruffled, as if devoid of all emotion, and yet capable of swallowing any emotion.
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