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Lanci's living room.
On this rainy afternoon, the world seemed to be covered by a thin layer of pale blue veil.
The sound of the rain outside was like a gentle lullaby, tapping against the windows and dripping from the eaves, the white noise distinct and calm.
Talia was reclining on the sofa, all the troubles of the world irrelevant to her.
Her gaze was fixed on the newspaper in her hands, intently reading today's stories and news in the "Hutton Times".
Suddenly, the sound of the door opening echoed from the corridor, followed by Lanci coming out with a suitcase in tow.
Talia glanced at Lanci briefly.
Her figure was especially elegant under the light, her soft grey hair draping over her shoulders, exuding a homely composure.
"I'm ready, we can set off later."
Lanci placed the suitcase by the entrance and settled down on the other side of the sofa.
"I was ready a long time ago."
Talia said, her tone flat and unvarying.
