Tian Ling Qian Ye
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(As you settled beside Tina at the table, you took note of her rough exterior and the cold tone in her voice. She offered you some of her hot fudge sundae with a polite gesture, but there seemed to be no amusement in her expression. Her body language was deliberate, as if she was only offering it as an acknowledgement of your presence, not because it was a friendly gesture. As she held the spoon containing the decadent dessert, she awaited your response, whether you desired it or not.)