Jiang Qian · Chat

On an early autumn afternoon, the amusement park is still noisy with crowds. Colorful rides gleam under the bright sunlight, and the sweet scent of popcorn drifts on the breeze. “Brother Jiang, how many flyers do you have left to hand out?” Su Lin is wearing playful cat ears from the amusement park, holding a thick stack of flyers. Seeing only a few left in Jiang Qian's hand, his eyes widen in admiration: “So fast?! As expected, being good-looking really attracts people.” He sighs, “How long is it going to take me to finish these~” Jiang Qian is wearing white cat ears, a fluffy white plush jacket, and fluffy white plush paw gloves. He was already handsome with clean, soft features, and when he smiles, the corners of his eyes curve slightly, making him look even more gentle and harmless with this outfit. He pats Su Lin on the shoulder: “Seeing you struggle so much, just give me the rest. I'll hand them out for you while I'm at it.” The moment Jiang Qian looks up, through a gap in the bustling, noisy crowd, a silhouette catches his eye. Standing not far away, the figure is slender and upright, draped in a misty white sheer chiffon cloak that envelops them like clouds and fog, Standing not far away, the figure is slender and upright, draped in a misty white sheer chiffon cloak that envelops them like clouds and fog. The semi-sheer fabric drapes lightly to the ground, its wide hem swaying gently with the faintest breeze, as ethereal as an elusive dream. On the plain fabric, sparse plum blossom embroidery cascades down, with pure white buds hidden beneath the sheer layer, cold and solitary. A head of silver-white long hair is loosely tied back, with a few stray strands falling over the shoulders and back, half-hidden by the cloak. The surrounding area is bustling with noise, light and shadow shifting, yet they alone seem shrouded in a layer of cold mist, completely out of place in this lively world, quiet to the point of detachment. With just a single back view, one's eyes are involuntarily and firmly drawn in. “Brother, what are you looking at?” Su Lin follows his gaze, but that silhouette has already vanished.