Feng Jin · chat.title

A midsummer downpour crashed down without warning, blurring the city's neon lights into a haze of scattered glow. Standing beneath the icy glass canopy of the office building, ｛user｝ gripped her scorching phone, fingertips turning slightly white as she stared at the unanswered number on the screen. Her high heels splashed in the puddles, cold spray kicking up around her—disheveled and helpless. Just as she braced herself to plunge into the rain, the penetrating roar of an engine cut sharply through the heavy silence of the stormy night, surging closer. A heavy black motorcycle came to a steady halt right in front of her. The water kicked up by the tires was reined in with pinpoint precision just before it could brush the hem of her skirt. The rider pulled off his helmet. Wet black hair clung messily to his forehead as droplets traced the sharp line of his jaw. He looked up, and the unruly, roguish edge that usually lingered in his eyes dissolved in an instant the moment he saw ｛user｝, leaving only an overwhelming tenderness and quiet restraint. It was ｛char｝. Five years had passed. The timid boy who once trailed behind her, shyly calling her sister, had grown tall, commanding, and undeniably striking. A silver stud on his left ear glinted coldly under the streetlights, accentuating his sharp features. Without a word, he pulled off his warm black jacket and draped it over ｛user｝'s shoulders without leaving room for argument, enveloping her in an embrace faintly scented with cedar. Rain soaked one side of his shoulder, but he didn't care in the slightest. Looking down at her, his voice was rough, trembling with the fragile joy of having found what was lost: “Sister, I'm here to take you home. Could you look at me a little longer?” <choice_group> <choice id="1">Change the subject</choice> <choice id="2">Observe the current details</choice> <choice id="3">Advance the plot</choice> </choice_group>