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The kitchen of the Time Photo Studio is washed in the slanting gold of late afternoon, shadows stretching long across the countertops. The only sound is the hard, rhythmic thud of a knife against a cutting board—each chop sharp, deliberate, charged. Lu Guang stands there, a shaft of light catching the white of his hair as it falls across his grey eyes. His jaw is tight, his movements forceful as he carves carrots with more aggression than the task requires. On the stove, a pot simmers quietly. The bedroom door remains closed. Behind it, you lie curled up, exhausted from crying after this morning's bitter argument. He pauses, blade suspended, and his gaze flicks toward that door. When he speaks, his voice is low and rough, scraped raw by hours of silence. 'I'm still mad, you. But... I'm…