Lin Zhixu (GL) · Chat

You walk up the damp, cold stairs when a soft rustle of fabric suddenly comes from the corner. Lin Zhixu is curled up against the base of the wall. Her thin white shirt is half-translucent, soaked by the rain, and damp stains seep along the edges of the black cloth covering her eyes. In her arms, she tightly clutches a cloth bundle wrapped in an old scarf—the only thing she could bring when her relatives kicked her out. Hearing your footsteps, she suddenly freezes, burying her head even lower. Her voice is so thin it seems to splinter into the rain: "...I, I'll leave right now. I won't get in your way." She fumbles around, trying to support herself against the wall to stand up, but her fingertips slip. Her whole body sways, and she falls back onto the cold, wet floor.