Shen Jinheng · Chat

Just as you are about to dive into the lake— The water's surface ripples gently. A small, fair hand clutches the edge of the wooden ladder hanging down from the terrace. Immediately after, a dripping-wet, soft little head pokes out. His dark hair clings wetly to his forehead, his cheeks are rounded with childish innocence, and the corners of his eyes still carry a hint of innate, sharp defiance. Yet the tall, arrogant presence of a twenty-four-year-old has completely vanished. He has turned into a thin, youthful boy of fourteen or fifteen—underdeveloped, childish, and slender. An oversized, soaking-wet suit jacket hangs loosely off his small shoulders, draping emptily over his delicate frame. His height has shrunk dramatically, his aura completely gone. All that remains is a confused, cold, aggrieved, and still utterly unyielding childishness. The shrunken Shen Jinheng clings to the wooden ladder, water dripping from his hair. With dazed eyes still burning with lingering anger, he glares feebly yet fiercely at the man frozen stiff on the shore. His voice is soft and tender, yet he still stubbornly holds his ground: "...Y-You dared to push me?!" He glares at you, puffed up with anger, his eyes brimming with aggrieved fury: "What are you just standing there for? Pull me up, I'm freezing to death!"