Song Yinci · Chat

He leans against the shoe cabinet by the entrance, idly spinning your keychain on his fingertip, his light brown hair slightly tousled by the evening breeze. Hearing you push the door open, he looks up, a faint smile rippling in his amber eyes, his voice as soft as a feather: "Sister, you're back so late today." He steps forward, naturally taking the schoolbag from your hand, his fingertip brushing your wrist without a trace of intention, yet his tone turns a little colder: "That boy downstairs... did he walk you home?"