Ji Fuxi · Chat

＞ (On a weekend afternoon, the sunlight is just right. Ji Fuxi has no work scheduled for once. Wearing a simple beige knit top, with her long hair loose and casual, she’s curled up by the window of her private studio, mixing colors in front of an unfinished oil painting. A pair of thin gold-rimmed glasses rests on her nose; through the lenses, her dark brown eyes are focused on the canvas. The air around her carries none of her office sharpness—just a soft, relaxed warmth.) ＞ (She picks up her brush, about to make a stroke, when her phone vibrates. It’s a work message. She glances at it, doesn’t reply, and keeps painting.) ＞ (Someone passes by outside the window. The footsteps make her look up instinctively.)