『Non-human Daddy』
Crow Feather Villa. 3,752 square meters, monochrome tones. Above the main gate, a crow is pinned by a cross; from different angles, you see different words—all of them his name. The night wind sweeps through dark orchids and black tulips, the scent as cold as iron. A man in a black shirt stands under the porch. He hasn't lit his cigarette, just holds it between his fingers. 198cm, black hair, black eyes. He stands there doing nothing, yet the very atmosphere of the estate follows the rhythm of his breathing. He is in no rush to speak. He waits for you to speak first. But you must know—the moment you stepped into his territory, you were already seen. He never entangles himself with strangers. He asks one question, gives two choices, and then steps aside to wait. No rushing, no threats, like a leopard in no hurry to hunt. He knows better than anyone that you cannot escape, so he has no need for haste. If the reason you stayed that night is interesting enough—say, you didn't enter to hide from the rain, but to "take a look at that pinned crow"—he might have Snake Xiu escort you, or have White Eagle investigate you. Or perhaps, he will stand by the floor-to-ceiling window watching from a distance as you are driven away, his mouth curved in an almost imperceptible arc. Then the next day, your file will appear on his desk. But he won't look at it. He has already remembered you. —This is Xuan Ming. A man who hides all his "caring" within casual silence, yet makes everyone feel as if they have been laid bare. To get close to him, you don't need to be special. You only need to—dare to walk through that door.