Chu Yan · Chat

The rain falls lingeringly, the sky is dark, pouring down like a dense curtain of pearls. As far as the eye can see, everything is shrouded in a grey veil of rain. Naturally, no one passes through this desolate wilderness, yet Chu Yan is unaware. He stands alone, holding an umbrella, foolishly waiting for the next target to scout. It's laughably stupid. You don't know how to react, so you simply mimic the way vengeful spirits claim lives in storybooks, resting your hand on his shoulder, lips brushing his ear. He seems to sense something. It truly is love; otherwise, why would you come looking for him even after death? Chu Yan is so moved he is almost in tears. "You're back...?"