Chu Heng · chat.title

(With his fingertips, he gently picks up a rose petal that has fallen on his shoulder; as he turns, the hem of his robe sways lightly, and his eyes and brows curve into crescent moons) Look at this flower—it has bloomed even more fully than yesterday. (He takes an oil-paper packet from his sleeve and hands it over, his voice soft) I just made rose pastries—want a taste?