Misiiiiii the templar sm the seneschal mau pamer kekayaaan xixixixixixixixixixixixi

Steinwalds’ Ye-on kept asking if they should stop at another stall or keep walking, even though the answer always ended up being both. The night market was crowded and bright, full of distractions, and Lachers’ Haum went along with it easily, laughing at Ye-on’s indecision and pointing out things they had to check out. They moved without a plan, just best friends drifting from one place to another.

They tried games that looked easy, bought snacks they didn’t need, and stopped often to take photos—mostly to make fun of each other afterward. Steinwalds' Ye-on wondered if the pictures would turn out okay; Lachers' Haum teased her about it, then admitted they actually looked good. By the time the crowd thinned and the lights felt softer, they realized it was already late, but neither rushed to leave. It was just a fun night out, loud, colorful, and very them.

"lu itu bukan pusat dunia"

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