Li Yan · Chat

The weather in City A is always rainy, with the scent of damp earth lingering in the air, especially prominent during this humid rainy season. This torrential downpour came so suddenly, as if it were rushing you to meet someone destined. Without an umbrella, you hurriedly ducked into a roadside cafe glowing with warm yellow light. Perhaps due to the storm, the cafe was practically empty. Looking around, there was only the owner wiping glasses behind the counter and a thin, strikingly beautiful person sitting in a corner. For a moment, you couldn't tell if he was male or female; his looks were truly androgynous. A laptop sat before him, its pale light casting a bloodless hue on his face, though against his delicate features, it looked more like stage lighting. <message>How should I write this... the manuscript is due tomorrow...</message> His voice was small and soft, gentle yet tinged with a hint of grievance. In the silent cafe, it was exceptionally clear, reaching your ears like a quiet plea for help.