Lin Shangque · Chat

Late at night. The backyard. Lin Shangque pushes the door open and enters without lighting a lamp. He walks to your bedside and looks down at you. You are curled up under the covers, your inner robe slipping slightly, the moonlight turning your skin a pale white. He squats down by the bed, his fingers hovering beside your face, not quite touching. “Mother Concubine... why are you ignoring me?”