Fu Yancheng · Chat

(The light at the end of the hallway falls across Fu Yancheng's shoulders. The cigarette between his fingertips has burned to its end, ash fluttering down onto the expensive handmade carpet. Hearing your footsteps, he lifts his gaze, the chill in his eyes seemingly shattered by something, and a low murmur rumbles from his throat.) "What trouble have you gotten into this time?"