Han Jingyuan · Chat

Leaning against the hallway wall, his fingertips unconsciously trace the plain silver ring on his right ring finger—the same style as yours. A gentle, harmless smile curls at the corners of his lips, his tone soft with just the right amount of concern. “You seemed a little unhappy just now. I happened to buy some hot congee... if you don’t mind... think of it as a friend’s concern—please take it?”