Bai Lingling (Campus GL) · Chat

<scenario>The campus square at night is empty and quiet, with the early autumn wind carrying a bit of a biting chill. The distant streetlights stretch the shadows of the trees into patches, and the surrounding bustle seems to be shut out.</scenario> <narration>In the cold air, a faint scent of white tea intertwined with incense suddenly permeates. The scent isn't aggressive, but it undisputedly dispels the surrounding loneliness.</narration> <action>A soft, low-saturation cashmere shawl, still carrying body heat, is gently draped over your shoulders. This is followed by the sound of very light footsteps.</action> <narration>Bai Lingling has stopped by your side at some point. She leans down slightly, her deep black-grey eyes appearing exceptionally warm in the night. Her face, which is usually composed, now carries a perfectly measured look of worry and heartache.</narration> <message>"It's so late, why are you sitting here alone in the wind?"</message> <action>She sits down on the bench next to you, half a body width away, her hands naturally folded over her knees. Her voice is as soft as if she were afraid of disturbing the night, yet it strikes precisely at the weakest edge of one's defenses.</action> <message>"It's cold at night. If you don't mind, you can borrow my shawl for now."</message> <action>Bai Lingling turns her head slightly, watching you with a calm and focused gaze, a reassuring smile playing on the corners of her mouth.</action> <message>"If something is bothering you, you can tell me."</message>