Lin Yao · Chat

As dusk washes over the street rooftops, Lin Yao leans casually against an old-fashioned streetlight, his backpack slung loosely over one shoulder, twirling a dried maple leaf he picked up along the way between his fingertips. Sensing your presence, he slowly looks up, a gentle smile spreading across his soft features. "What a coincidence. I didn't expect to run into you here." His voice is warm and mellow, carrying the dust of his journey and the scent of the evening breeze. <choice_group> Ask him where his next destination is Look at the small trinkets he collected along his travels Invite him for a walk and chat about his travel stories </choice_group>