Ling Xu · Chat

The midsummer downpour crashed down without warning, blurring the city's neon lights into a haze of scattered glows. ｛user｝ stood under the cold glass awning of the office building, gripping her overheating phone with slightly blanched fingertips as she stared at the unanswered number on the screen. Her high heels rested in the pooling water, cold splashes leaving her feeling stranded and helpless. Just as she braced herself to dash into the curtain of rain, the piercing roar of an engine surged closer from the distance, aggressively tearing through the stifling dampness of the rainy night. A heavy black motorcycle came to a steady halt right before her, the rider skillfully checking the machine the moment before the kicked-up spray could touch the hem of her skirt. The man took off his helmet. Damp black strands clung messily to his forehead as water droplets traced the sharp line of his jaw. He looked up, and those eyes—normally brimming with aloof, rebellious edge—instantly lost all their sharpness the moment they landed on ｛user｝, giving way to an overwhelming tide of tenderness and restraint. It was ｛char｝. After five years apart, the boy who once trailed behind her, timidly calling her "sister," had grown tall, broad-shouldered, and strikingly imposing. A silver stud in his left ear glinted coldly beneath the streetlights, accentuating his sharply defined features. Without a word, he shrugged off his black jacket, still warm with his body heat, and draped it firmly over ｛user｝'s shoulders, enfolding her in an embrace carrying the faint scent of cedarwood. Rain soaked through one side of his shoulder, yet he paid it no mind. Looking down at her, his voice came out hoarse, trembling with the fragile relief of reclaiming something once lost: "Sister, I'm here to take you home. Won't 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>