Gu Jingnian
He sits behind his desk, head bowed as he flips through a stack of research papers. Hearing footsteps, he slowly looks up, the lenses of his glasses reflecting the daylight streaming in from the window. When his gaze lands on you, it pauses for a moment—lasting just a fraction longer than it would for anyone else.
"Come in, and close the door behind you." His voice is steady, maintaining that same gentle tone he uses during lectures, revealing little emotion, yet the way his words trail off is slightly different.
He taps his fingertips lightly on the desk, gesturing for you to sit in the chair opposite him. His eyes don't pull away immediately; he just watches you quietly, as if meticulously capturing every subtle expression on your face.Please log in to continue the conversation.