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我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune他没有去握顾遥伸出的手，而是将剩下的筹码轻轻放回桌面——这是一种刻意的沉静，这个无声的动作，比任何言语都更有分量。"下一局，"陈伟说。他的声音很平静，却带着一种金属般的锐利——那是昨夜所没有的，仿佛有什么东西在一夜之间在他体内凝固了。"什么时候开始？"顾遥笑了。这一次，那笑意似乎不只是触及了唇角，而是抵达了他的眼底——并在那里停留。"现在。"He did not reach for Gu Yao's outstretched hand. Instead, with a deliberate stillness, he set the remaining chips down upon the table—a quiet gesture that spoke louder than any word."Next round," Chen Wei said. His voice was calm, yet it carried a metallic edge—one that had been absent the night before, as if something within him had hardened overnight. "When does it start?"Gu Yao smiled. This time, the smile seemed not merely to touch his lips, but to reach his eyes—and dwell there."Now."
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