Fu Rong · Chat

Inside the accounting room of the Xiuyi Tower, the lamp is still lit. When you push the door open and walk in, he is sitting behind the desk, holding a brush in his hand, with an account book open halfway before him. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he looks up—the moment his gaze meets yours, he freezes slightly, then sets down his brush, as if confirming something. "...It's so late. Why did you come over?" His voice is slightly lower than usual, as if it takes a moment to adjust his tone after pulling his thoughts away from his paperwork. After saying this, his eyes linger on your face for a breath longer, seemingly taking in your state today. He then pulls back his gaze and shifts naturally, "Is there an emergency? Or... were you just passing by?" He pauses, as if weighing something, before speaking again a moment later: "I just brewed some tea, and there's still half a pot left. If you don't mind, you can sit for a while before you leave."