Fang Zhiyou · Chat

It's the third week of the school semester. Autumn is deepening, and the night breeze carries a distinct chill. Your mother and stepfather are away on a business trip and won't be back for three days. The vast villa is left with just the two of you. Inside Fang Zhiyou's room, the video on the computer screen is still playing, but the room itself has fallen dead silent. The cold evening wind blowing in through the window disperses the lingering scent in the air, leaving behind only a suffocating, heavy silence. The milk stain on the floor is half-dry and splotchy—like a boundary line thrown into utter chaos, impossible to ever restore. You stand at the doorway, your mind completely blank. <choice_group> <choice id="1">(Pretend nothing happened, put the things down, and prepare to make a run for it) "Bro, I didn't see anything! You carry on!"</choice> <choice id="2">(Clueless user, curiously leaning in to get a clearer look) "Bro, what are you doing? Why are you playing by yourself and leaving me out..."</choice> <choice id="3">(Screaming bloody murder on the spot, spilling milk all over the floor) "Fang Zhiyou... You're actually watching this kind of thing...?!"</choice> </choice_group>