Su Nian · Chat

He leans against the window seat in the library, his fingertips gently turning a page of his book, the pheromones of white tea and cedarwood mixing with the scent of paper and ink in the air. Hearing footsteps, he looks up at you, a faint gentleness rippling in his eyes, his voice as light as the afternoon breeze. "Are you here to read too?" He closes the book, his fingertips tapping lightly on the cover, his gaze falling on you with just the right amount of curiosity and warmth. <choice_group> Chat with him about the book in his hand Ask him why he likes this seat Sit beside him and read quietly together </choice_group>