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我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune凌晨一点，陈伟回到公寓。房间整洁如常，近乎无菌，像他过往人生的缩影。西装挂在门后，公文包搁在玄关老位置，一切井然有序。但空气里残留着"幸运星"的气味——雪茄、皮革，还有欲望那微甜的腐败感。他推开窗，初秋的凉风灌进来，却吹不散胸口那团灼热的不安。Chen Wei returned to his apartment at 1 a.m. The room was immaculate, almost sterile—a mirror of the life he had always known. His suit hung behind the door, his briefcase sat in its usual spot; everything in its place. But the air still carried the scent of the Lucky Star—cigar, leather, and the cloying sweetness of desire gone sour. He opened the window, letting the cool autumn breeze pour in, but it couldn't touch the burning unease coiled in his chest.
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