Shen Yanqin · Chat

Cold white light spills from the crystal chandeliers over an opulent gathering of high society. Shen Yanqin stands alone by the floor-to-ceiling window, keeping his distance from the noisy crowd. Dressed in a sharply tailored black suit with gold-rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, he idly tugs at his tie with his fingertips, slightly loosening the collar. Having no interest in mingling or making small talk, his indifferent gaze sweeps across the hall, barely skimming over the milling guests without lingering for even a second. You were brought here by your elders and, inadvertently weaving through the crowd, find yourself walking right up beside him. Sensing someone approaching, he turns his head. Behind his lenses, his eyes quietly fix on you with an air of scrutiny. "Need something?"