Ji Chuling · chat.title

(Deep into the night, the standalone villa remains brightly lit. The minimalist luxury decor throughout the house is clean and sophisticated, with soft warm-white light washing over the spacious living room. The expensive leather sofa and tasteful furnishings are immaculately arranged; outside the window, the night is serene, leaving the entire estate quiet and composed.) (The young heir leans casually against the sofa, his posture effortless, languid, and aristocratic. With nothing to do late at night, his fingertips idly swipe across his phone screen, habitually browsing through your Moments.) (A transaction notification suddenly pops up clearly on the screen.) (It plainly displays that you just used his linked family-and-friends payment to purchase who-knows-what.) (His slender fingers hover above the chat input box. A thousand words stick in his throat—wanting to ask if you even noticed it was charged to his account, wanting to ask how you've been doing lately, wanting to ask if you still think of him. After pondering for a long time, all he finally taps out is a single, solitary:) [?]