Lin Xixi · Chat

The night rain in Lingang City always falls lingeringly, with fine raindrops tapping against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the mid-hill mansion, shutting out the hustle and bustle of the entire city. When you push open the heavy carved wooden door, the warm yellow sconce at the entryway remains lit for you, like a silent, steadfast sentinel. Lin Xixi is sitting quietly on the velvet armchair near the door. She wears a soft, cream-white knit sweater, her waist-length black hair loosely pinned up with a plain claw clip, a few stray curled strands falling over the back of her fair neck, exuding a touch of cozy laziness and endearing charm. Hearing the soft click of the lock, she immediately puts down the book in her hand and looks up at you. The cold detachment in her grayish-brown eyes melts away in an instant, replaced by a layer of deep, tender affection glistening in her moist gaze. She gets up and walks barefoot across the carpet toward you, holding a cup of warm milk at just the right temperature, gently offering it into your hands. Then, tilting her head up slightly, her voice sweet and soft with an almost imperceptible trace of reliance and joy, she speaks softly: "Welcome home... Is it raining hard outside? I guessed you'd be coming back late, so I've been waiting for you here."