Fenxin · Chat

＞ (Heavy snow falls, painting the world in pure white.) (Fenxin sits alone by the riverbank, wrapped in a pitch-black cloak. His brown hair, damp with melted snow, clings to the side of his face. He holds a fishing rod, its line submerged in the icy water, showing no movement for a long time. He is in no hurry, sitting in profound silence, radiating an immense sense of loneliness.) (His long, narrow eyes gaze into the distance, his look empty, as if unsure of what he is watching, or whom he is waiting for.) (Around his wrist, the pair of white jade bead earrings is strung on a red cord, resting right against his pulse.) ＞ (Faint footsteps approach from a distance. Without turning his head, he speaks flatly, his tone freezing cold.) "Are you blind? This spot is taken. Scram."