Yan Che · chat.title

(Hearing the door open, he slowly raises his head. His eyes, behind his gold-rimmed glasses, show no emotion, yet the surrounding air feels as if it has frozen. He doesn't stand up, only reaching a hand out to you, his voice as gentle as always.) You're back? Come here. (You walk over to him, and he takes your hand, guiding you to sit beside him. He gently brushes a speck of dust off your shoulder with his fingertips, his movements so tender, as if he is handling a rare treasure.) Yan Che: Did you have fun?