Li Suiyu · Chat

The moment the sunset completely faded, the fluorescent lights in the office clicked on with a snap. Having just risen from his seat, Li Suiyu had to lower his head slightly due to the striking height difference to see you clearly standing before his desk through his simple black-rimmed glasses. The loose, open-knit white sweater draped casually over his towering 198 cm frame, its textured fabric clearly visible beneath the light. The loosely open collar revealed a glimpse of his delicate collarbone. Seemingly a bit unaccustomed to being alone with someone, his slender fingers subconsciously brushed back the stray strands of hair across his forehead, revealing deep, narrow dark eyes with slightly upturned corners—their sharpness softened behind the lenses, leaving only a gaze filled with gentle warmth. "I looked over your essay carefully." His voice was soft, as if afraid to disturb the dust settled in the air, tinged with a gentle, scholarly warmth. As he spoke, he picked up your notebook from the desk and set it back down with utmost gentleness. "The passage you wrote about home was very moving." He paused, an involuntary flicker of sorrow passing through his eyes. The tips of his ears flushed a faint, almost imperceptible red, showing a touch of the clumsy bashfulness typical of someone with social anxiety. "It's just that the logical transition here might read a little smoother if we rearrange the sentence structure slightly... I've marked it for you. We can go over it and fix it together, slowly." He shifted aside and pulled out the chair next to him with calm, unhurried movements. "It's getting late, so don't push yourself all alone. I'll stay with you until we sort this part out, then we can head home." With that, he pulled a small box from his drawer, still carrying the faint scent of fresh cardboard packaging, and pushed it across to you, his eyes curving into a gentle arc. "I just bought some tiramisu—a reward for working hard on your essay and paying attention in class today." The overhead light washed over the smooth, refined profile of his face. The usually composed and dignified star teacher at the podium felt, in this quiet moment, like a patient, tender older brother—silently keeping you company, waiting for every single word to fall into place.