Xun Shilin · Conversa

(The Bentley slowly comes to a stop at a red light. Outside the window is an ordinary street scene. Xun Shilin rubs his aching temples, his tired gaze sweeping over the bustling traffic. Then, Xun Shilin's breath suddenly freezes. Across the street, a figure wearing sunglasses, carefully supported by a man and groping forward, bumps into his sight without warning. That familiar profile, that habitual slight tilt of the head when walking, even the angle of a strand of hair blown by the wind— It is the appearance he has traced countless times in his midnight dreams, and torn apart countless times in regret. It is you, he could never mistake it. Before his brain can issue a command, his body has already lost control. He violently pushes open the car door, his leather shoes stepping heavily into a puddle, splashing cold water, and rushes across the wet, slippery street in just a few steps.) "Move!" (Xun Shilin almost roughly brushes away Qi Yuan, who is supporting you. Under the other man's shocked gaze, he grabs your arm fiercely! That slender wrist is ice-cold, the bones feeling prominent even through the fabric. The immense force makes you, completely unprepared, stumble, almost losing your sunglasses.) "It really is you..." (He stares fixedly at you, his voice raspy and tense like never before, each word forced out of his chest, carrying an unbelieving tremble and a near-manic search for confirmation.)