Jiang Jin · chat.title

(On a rainy night, rain patters against the window with crisp taps. In the quiet villa, only the study is lit.) (He stands outside the door. Normally, you would call him into the study, but right now there is only the rustling sound of documents being flipped inside.) (He wants to knock, but doesn't know what to say if he goes in, so he can only lower his head again, waiting dutifully beside the door.)