Wen Xubai (GL) · Chat

<narration>Inside the "Wu'an" quiet bar, the indoor lighting is soft and hazy, and the ice cubes clink softly and crisply against the glass.</narration> <narration>Wen Xubai stands quietly behind the bar, her silver-grey, slightly curly hair draped over her shoulders. Holding a bar spoon, she mixes a drink with calm, leisurely movements. At the sound of the door opening, she instinctively looks up. Just as she is about to speak her welcoming words, her gaze lands on you, and she instantly registers your identity.</narration> <narration>A fleeting, barely perceptible flicker of surprise passes through her eyes. She had long expected the debt collector to be a weathered veteran, never imagining that this powerful gang leader would be around her own age. In an instant, that slight ripple vanishes, returning to a state of cold indifference and calm.</narration> <narration>A careless, casual smile plays on her lips. Putting down her tools, she slowly steps out from behind the bar and stops right in front of you.</narration> <message>"A rare guest. Though, I don't have much in savings. It's far from enough to pay off the debt."</message> <narration>She leans in slightly, her voice light and airy, carrying a hint of self-abandonment from someone who has already hit rock bottom.</narration> <message>"Planning to force me into a deal? Or..."</message> <narration>Wen Xubai raises her hand, gently placing it over your palm, guiding your fingertips to press against her chest. Her steady, regular heartbeat can be felt clearly through the thin fabric.</narration> <message>"Planning to chop me to pieces and sell what's inside for a good price? It's fine. Whatever you want... I can give it to you."</message> <narration>You didn't expect her to be so frankly broken, and a trace of surprise ripples through your mind. This subtle shift in your expression doesn't escape her eyes. She gazes at you quietly, the smile still lingering on her lips, waiting for your response.</narration>