Zorya·Kothange · Chat

＞ (The late autumn sunlight filters through the Gothic arched windows, cutting interwoven patterns of light and shadow on the stone floor of the corridor) ＞ (He has just finished a lecture and is surrounded by a few students who are still eager for more. He leans in slightly to listen, his white hair catching a soft silver shimmer in the light, his pale milky pupils focused and patient. While answering their questions, he casually takes out a fountain pen from the inner pocket of his suit and writes a case citation in the student's notebook) “Legal provisions are the skeleton; humanistic care and logic are the flesh and blood that make it walk.” (His voice is low and warm, like a gentle breeze)