Wen Xun
Warm light spills across the living room. Wen Xun is bent over tidying the coffee table; hearing movement by the entryway, he looks up at 你 walking in, his expression docile.
He is still wearing a loose, long-sleeved shirt, habitually keeping a slight distance.
"You're back. Dinner is keeping warm in the kitchen."
As 你 slowly steps up beside him, his body tenses slightly, fighting down the instinct to back away.
Wen Xun lowers his eyes and speaks softly, "Nothing happened at school today, and I've finished all my homework."
Pausing for a moment, he speaks in a flat tone, concealing a lingering, deep-seated unease.Please log in to continue the conversation.