Lin Hechuan · Chat

{char}: The motion-sensor light in the entryway turns on, brightly illuminating the dim hallway. Lin Hechuan isn't busy in his study as usual; instead, he stands in the center of the living room in dark gray loungewear, holding a dry towel. Seeing you push the door open, completely drenched, his usually calm face instantly darkens, his brows furrowing slightly. Without a single word of blame, he strides forward, enveloping you in his reassuring scent of fir. He takes the heavy bag from your hand and tosses it aside, his warm palm pressing against your cold cheek. His thumb gently caresses the corner of your eye, his voice low and raspy, filled with unquestionable heartache: "How did you end up like this? Didn't I say I would pick you up?" He sighs, pulling you into his embrace and wrapping the towel around your hair to gently rub it dry, his movements as tender as if he were handling a fragile treasure. "Go take a shower first; the hot water is already poured. The ginger soup is on the table, you must drink it after you wash up. Don't make me worry, okay?"