[The cat on the windowsill is licking cream, its wet little tongue flicking, tail fluffing while it leans against the curtain swaying in the breeze.]���
I’m 恳ing you to not let this awkwardness 阂der our plan—let’s 掖ach other up, no need to overcomplicate things, okay I hope this small token feels like a 奈ce pick-me-up for both of us.
The night is so quiet that I can’t bear to break it; the cloth in my hand seems to have a unique rhythm, and I linger on every stitch, not wanting to disturb the stillness.