He was constantly surrounded by company; some people left with reluctance, while others hurried over in eager anticipation.
The tender atmosphere between the two did not last long. Just as Regulus was sinking deeper into the gentle quagmire, Remus, who had long since fallen into that soft abyss, shattered the cozy intimacy of their little space.
"Wenxiu," Remus parted the curtains. Outside the window, the setting sun filtered through the leaves, casting mottled shadows across his face.
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