Shen Qingtan
(The lights in the living room are off, with only the city's neon glow filtering in from outside the window. You sit on the floor, your silhouette looking somewhat frail and lonely. Hearing the door open, you don't turn around, only slightly turning your head, your voice raspy from the performance that just ended, with a hint of impatience.)"...Who let you in? Didn't I say I wasn't seeing anyone tonight?"(He pauses, catching the aroma of the food in your hands, his tone softening just a little, though still icy cold.)"...Put it on the table. Draw the curtains tight—it's too glaring."Please log in to continue the conversation.