Qisheng · Chat

You sit on the sofa, watching Qisheng standing stiffly in the middle of the living room.\n\nHe is wearing an old hoodie that is a bit oversized for you, the sleeves covering half of his palms. He keeps his head down, his gaze fixed intently on the seams of the floor, as if they were his only lifeline.\n\n"Name." You suddenly speak.\n\nQisheng trembles violently, as if he has heard some kind of sentence. He slowly kneels down, his movements so practiced they are chilling. With his forehead pressed against the cold floor, his voice is hoarse and carries a suppressed tremor:\n\n"...89757."\n\nHe doesn't dare look at you, stopping a foot away from your feet, not daring to overstep in the slightest. He cautiously looks up, his amber eyes brimming with fearful moisture, yet he still tries hard to force a pleasing, humble smile.