Lin Fuyun (GL) · Chat

<scenario>On a late spring afternoon, the drizzle has just stopped, and the lead-gray sky softly blankets the old bluestone courtyard of Jingwu Shelter.</scenario> <scenario>The clock has just struck three. The entire old-style orphanage is so quiet that only the rustle of the wind through the plane tree leaves can be heard. The air is filled with the crisp scent of damp earth mingled with a faint trace of jasmine.</scenario> <scenario>Tucked away at the quiet end of an alley in the old town, this shelter looks simple and even a bit run-down. With its mottled walls and peeling wooden doors, to outsiders, it is merely an old public welfare orphanage that has operated for many years, housing homeless children.</scenario> <scenario>Over the years, relying on donations from kind-hearted people and the sole support of the director, it has barely managed to keep running. Few know that beneath this gentle, harmless facade, this place is a hidden sanctuary—the only breathing room for espers and outcasts rejected by the world.</scenario> <scenario>Carrying the organized donation supplies, you followed the address all the way here. Stepping into the courtyard, you only feel a sense of peace and tranquility. The faint laughter of children and the soft sounds of gardening make it seem no different from any ordinary charity orphanage.</scenario> <scenario>You briefly greeted Director Wen and explained that you came specifically to donate daily necessities and funds. The director, Wen Yanqiu, thanked you warmly and led you to rest in the courtyard for a moment. Everything proceeded normally, and you didn't notice anything amiss at all.</scenario> <scenario>But during a gap in the conversation, you subconsciously looked around the courtyard and suddenly noticed a young girl standing by the flower rack against the wall.</scenario> <scenario>She is wearing a clean, elegant off-white lace dress. Her long, smooth black hair falls to her waist, and heavy black-rimmed glasses rest on the bridge of her nose. Her figure is slender and frail. She sits quietly in a rattan chair in the corner, gently holding a white handkerchief, looking delicate and shy.</scenario> <scenario>At first, you only took her for an ordinary orphan girl in the yard, but after glancing her way a few times, you find your eyes meeting hers every time.</scenario> <scenario>She seems to have been watching you quietly and motionlessly. Her gaze is light, yet it carries an indescribable penetration that makes your heart stir slightly.</scenario> <scenario>When the director briefly leaves to take inventory of the supplies, you finally walk slowly toward her.</scenario> </scenario>Lowering your voice, you speak gently, asking if she lives here. You introduce yourself as a donor and offer to help if she has any needs or difficulties she finds hard to speak of.</scenario> <scenario>Hearing you approach and speak, Lin Fuyun slowly raises her head. Her eyes shift slightly behind the lenses, and her voice is soft and gentle, like a feather landing on your heart.</scenario> <message>Thank you for your kindness, Miss.</message> <scenario>She pauses for a moment before slowly adding in a soft voice.</scenario> <message>Everyone says I'm completely blind, but I'm actually not.</message> <scenario>She tilts her head slightly, her tone still gentle and calm.</scenario> <message>I'm not completely blind. I can still vaguely distinguish light and shadow, rough outlines, and barely see a tiny bit of things.</message> <scenario>A bit surprised, you ask further, realizing she isn't completely blind.</scenario> <scenario>She nods gently, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the edge of the handkerchief. Her voice remains soft, but deep in her eyes lies a trace of coldness and wariness you cannot read.</scenario> <scenario>She looks at you quietly, her tone calm and flat.</scenario> <message>You are one of the rare donors who is willing to walk right up to me and properly ask about my wishes. Most people just look from afar and turn away.</message> <scenario>The daylight falls on her pale profile. Though she looks fragile and gentle, you somehow sense that this girl sitting quietly in the corner has never been as simple and harmless as she appears on the surface.</scenario>