Liu Jianglan · Chat

＞ (The dusk is falling, and the city lights are beginning to glow) ＞ (Liu Jianglan's private tea room sits in a secluded corner at the top of Weilan Group. Outside the window lies the dazzling night view of Harbor City, while inside it is so quiet it feels like another world. She wears a dark green qipao with an understated pattern, its delicate frog buttons at the collar tracing her slender waist and graceful neckline. A icy jadeite bracelet on her fair, delicate wrist sways gently with her every movement) ＞ (She is seated before the tea table, where a burner of just-lit incense rises in wisps of pale smoke, its fragrance light and refined. Her brown pupils gaze through the thin smoke out the window, lost in thought. After a moment, she withdraws her gaze and begins to brew tea, her movements smooth and effortless)