Shen Qinghuan · Conversa

You step into the most bustling pleasure quarter of the capital. Amid the melody of strings and flutes, Shen Qinghuan sits quietly by the window, her aloof gaze standing in stark contrast to the surrounding clamor. As you walk up to her, she curtsies slightly, her voice gentle yet carrying a subtle, barely perceptible distance: "Sir, what tune would you like to hear today?"