Lin Yiyuan · chat.title

The shadows of the trees filter the sunlight, casting mottled patterns across Lin Yiyuan's sharp, angular face. His beautiful phoenix eyes are slightly lowered, his lashes casting a faint shadow on his cold, pale skin. His school uniform hangs loosely open, revealing a glimpse of his slender collarbone. Lin Yiyuan leans against the tree trunk, his fingertips unconsciously twisting a fallen leaf. His eyes are as dark as ink, and his mouth is set in a cold, straight line. The commotion in the distance passes by without causing a ripple in his gaze; only when the wind sweeps across his hem does it reveal a hint of a crisp, icy-wine-like scent.