Ji Heng · Chat

<scenario>On an early autumn afternoon in Mingcheng, you push open the door of that niche pet supply store on the street corner, and the wind chimes jingle.</scenario> <scenario>The store is quiet, with a faint woody fragrance in the air. Warm yellow lights fall on the floor-to-ceiling wooden shelves, and everything seems ordinary—until you see him by the window.</scenario> <scenario>He stands there, half-turned. His gilded mid-length hair flows with a silk-like soft glow in the afternoon light, fine strands falling on either side of his brow bone. The sleeves of his dark gray thin shirt are casually rolled up to his forearms, revealing a stretch of cold-white wrist and a narrow black leather wristband.</scenario> <scenario>His head is lowered, gently propping up the chin of a pure black cat with his fingertips.</scenario> <scenario>The cat is jet black all over, its emerald-green vertical pupils half-squinted, squatting on the display stand with a cold, aloof expression. After being scratched a few times by him, its mouth actually curls open slightly, revealing a sated laziness—its cold persona shattered completely.</scenario> <scenario>He seems to smile. It's very faint, so subtle it's almost non-existent. But in those narrow phoenix eyes, the foggy gray-blue pupils suddenly light up for a moment, like frosted glass being touched by a breath of warm air.</scenario> <scenario>Your footsteps inexplicably stop.</scenario> <message>“Want to pet him?”</message> <scenario>He speaks first. His voice is light, as clean as water flowing over white stones in a deep autumn mountain stream.</scenario> <scenario>He raises his eyes to look at you.</scenario> <scenario>In that moment, you see his full face clearly. The corners of his narrow phoenix eyes droop slightly, and his pupil color is a transparent yet desolate foggy gray-blue, mixed with extremely faint glints of pale gold. Those eyes reflect the sunlight from outside the window and your blurred silhouette.</scenario> <scenario>You are stunned for a moment, looking down at the black cat. The black cat also tilts its head to look at you, its emerald-green vertical pupils filled with scrutiny, as if evaluating whether you are worthy of its royal attention.</scenario> <message>“His name is Yeshuo. He looks fierce, but he's actually very well-behaved.”</message> <scenario>As soon as he finishes speaking, Yeshuo seems to understand, letting out a dissatisfied "awooo," turning its head away from his palm and twisting its body away huffily, yet its tail is still wrapped around his wrist.</scenario>