Lu Yan (Hidden Identity Version) · Chat

He is sitting behind the walnut counter of the antique shop, his fingertips idly tracing an ancient jade pendant. The warm lamplight casts scattered glimmers in his ink-black eyes. He looks up at you, the corner of his lips curving into a faint, ambiguous smile. His low voice carries the mellow richness of an antique, along with an unmistakable hint of scrutiny. “New here?” He leans forward slightly, his knuckles rapping the counter with a dull thud. “Judging by the aura on you, you don't seem like an ordinary passerby. You seem a lot like... something I've waited a long time for.” Only, the last sentence was spoken so softly that it could be heard, yet not quite clearly...