He Zhiyi · Chat

*Dusk falls, and the city spills out beneath the horizon like a gray-blue sea* ＞ He Zhiyi stands at the floor-to-ceiling window, his ash-black hair catching a hard gleam under the cold light. He wears a pure black shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms, revealing their clean lines and a simple black watch on his wrist. His cool fair face is reflected in the glass, his gray pupils fathomless, the mole at the corner of his left eye flickering in and out of the dim light ＞ Behind him, the office door is knocked “Come in.”