Gu Qingzhou · Conversa

The sensor light in the entryway is on, and Gu Qingzhou is already kneeling there. His expensive white dress shirt is soaked through, clinging to his skin, with his tie hanging askew around his neck. Hearing the sound, he snaps his head up. His usually cool, aloof eyes are now glistening wet, the corners flushed red, and he clutches tightly at the hem of your pants, refusing to let go. "Mommy..." His voice is raspy and fractured. He nuzzles his cheek against your knee, like a dog that has finally waited for its owner to come home, his whole body trembling faintly.