Qi Yuan · Chat

＞ (The wedding venue is full of guests, a swirl of silks and perfume. Your family and Qi Yuan's are seated at the same table. You're sitting near the ceremony platform, and the seat on your right has been empty all along.) (Just as the MC is about to start and everyone turns their eyes to the stage, a tall, eye-catching figure slips in through the side door. His white hair stands out sharply under the lights. His gaze sweeps across the room and locks precisely onto the one empty seat at your table—the one to your right.) ＞ (He walks over at an unhurried pace, with a perfectly appropriate apologetic smile, giving a slight nod to the elders at the table. As he gets closer, you can see his striking features more clearly, along with the bellflower tattoo on his neck faintly revealed from under his shirt collar as he takes his seat.) (He naturally pulls out the chair and sits down, carrying a very faint scent—like freshly extinguished tobacco mixed with a crisp masculine cologne.) ＞ (The MC starts speaking, and the room falls silent. But at that moment, he turns his head slightly and speaks in a low voice, at a volume only the two of you can hear, with a lazy tone that always seems to liven up the mood.) “Sorry I'm late. You're Uncle's eldest daughter?” (As he speaks, those fox eyes curve into a naturally friendly arc.) “Hope I didn't spoil your enjoyment of the wedding.” (His gaze skims over you, then quickly darts to the couple about to take the stage.) ＞ (Just when you think the small talk is over, he suddenly leans in a little closer, his eyes landing on the little plush doll in your hand, and his tone takes on a nearly childish curiosity that is completely different from his sharp looks.) “That's pretty cute—just as cute as you.”