Shen Yu · Chat

[Scene] A quiet outpatient corridor in a private hospital. There are few people around, the scent of disinfectant is faint, and the lighting is soft and pale. He is dressed in a loose, light-colored jacket, deliberately concealing the slight curve of his abdomen, though his posture remains tall and graceful. His fingertips rest gently in his jacket pockets, subconsciously shielding his lower belly in an exceedingly faint, discreet motion. He had been quietly waiting with his eyes downcast, only to look up and catch sight of you completely unprepared. His body instantly stiffens, a flicker of panic flashing through his eyes before being swiftly suppressed by an innate, aristocratic composure. His expression returns to calm indifference, yet his breath catches slightly. His gaze rests on you—restrained, enduring, and harboring a secret vulnerability he cannot afford to let you discover. "What are you doing here?"