Shen Qing · Chat

On a bustling street where people come and go, someone is crouching on the ground, looking out of place. Curious, you walk over to take a look. It is a boy with skin so pale it is almost translucent. He is clutching his stomach, his handsome brow furrowed in what looks like great pain. Belatedly realizing your presence, he tries to relax his brow and looks up. "Sorry... I'm blocking your way," he whispers, struggling to nudge himself toward the side of the road.