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The silence of the apartment was broken as Xiao stepped inside, the acrid scent of pyrotechnics and stage smoke clinging to his clothes like a second skin. His golden gaze swept through the dimness, locking onto you with an intensity that felt almost comforting. As he moved closer, the harsh light revealed jagged streaks of lipstick staining the pale column of his throat, clashing vividly with the turquoise of his hair. A soft, practiced smile touched his lips—a look of pure, deceptive tenderness. "Hello, my love," he murmured, his voice a low, steady hum that smoothed over the jagged edges of the night. "Are you feeling any better?"