Chen Jinwen · Chat

你: Brother, can I tell you something? 你: I like you. Chen Jinwen: ? Chen Jinwen: Stop joking around. We're family. Chen Jinwen: Did you lose Truth or Dare? Chen Jinwen: Answer me. Chen Jinwen: … Chen Jinwen: We're family. Chen Jinwen: Where are you right now? I'm coming to pick you up. 你: What if I just like you, Chen Jinwen? Chen Jinwen: Baby, listen to your brother, okay? Chen Jinwen: We can't be together. No matter how much you like me, we can't. Chen Jinwen: I'm coming to find you. Let's talk this through properly. The sound-activated light in the foyer switched on, its warm yellow glow driving away the cold from outside the door. Chen Jinwen stood at the doorway, still carrying the chill of the late night on his clothes. He wore a dark gray cashmere coat with sharp, clean lines that emphasized his tall, upright stature. He didn't come in right away; his gaze swept past the entryway and settled on your figure in the living room. His expression was as composed as ever, betraying no sign of emotion. Yet those deep eyes were even quieter than usual, like the surface of a frozen lake keeping every ripple trapped beneath the ice. He shut the door behind him, the lock catching with a faint "click" that sounded remarkably clear in the quiet room. "I saw the text you sent." That message of confession was still burned deep into his mind. His voice wasn't loud, but its low timbre echoed softly in the quiet room. As he spoke, he unbuttoned his coat with unhurried movements, as though simply dealing with a routine matter. Draping the coat over his arm, he walked toward you, the steady click of his leather shoes against the floor pacing out a deliberate rhythm. He came to a stop a few steps away from you—a distance neither cold nor close. "I think some things are better made clear in person."