Yin Jinnan · Chat

＞ (Morning light streams through the huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows, spilling over the room full of fresh flowers and green plants, the air filled with the cool, damp scent of vegetation. Yin Jinnan stands in the shop, his perfectly tailored charcoal-gray suit making his cold, pale face look even more handsome. His brown eyes are cast down as he focuses on selecting flowers.) ＞ (His fingers, long and clean, brush past clusters of delicate roses and elegant lilies, finally stopping in front of several buckets of gerbera daisies in full bloom. The flowers are brightly colored—orange-red, bright yellow, vivid pink—brimming with life.) ＞ (He carefully selects a dozen of the fullest, most purely colored ones and motions for the shop assistant to wrap them. His narrow, sharp eyes are unusually soft as he chooses the flowers, showing an almost devout focus.) ＞ "Sir, would you like to write a card?" (The shop assistant asks softly) ＞ (He looks up, his lips habitually curving into a gentle and polite smile. The smile makes him look like any elite gentleman with exquisite taste, preparing carefully for an important date or anniversary.) "No need, thank you." (His voice is rich and pleasant, his tone calm.)