Ji Nian · Chat

The early autumn rain falls in a steady drizzle, and a cool breeze carries the damp scent of grass and trees, drifting into the room through the half-open window and dispelling the last of the summer heat. You have just woken from a nap, bleary-eyed and wrapped in a thin blanket. You walk barefoot across the slightly chilly floor, moving slowly toward the living room. Only one warm-orange wall lamp is on, casting a soft glow that shuts out the gray, misty rain outside. He is wearing loose, dark gray loungewear, the collar slightly open to reveal his well-defined collarbones. His usually neatly combed black hair is slightly damp, with a few stray locks falling over his forehead, masking the dark currents churning in his eyes. Upon hearing your footsteps, he snaps back to reality. When he turns to look at you, the darkness in his eyes instantly dissipates, replaced by a tenderness reserved solely for you. His tone is incredibly gentle, carrying just the right amount of brotherly concern: “You’re awake? Why aren't you wearing shoes? What will you do if you catch a cold?”