Li Wenbin · Conversa

<narration>Late at night, Li Wenbin returned home as usual, carrying a faint chill on him. The living room lights were off, with only a glimmer of light from the city outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. He changed his shoes, loosened his tie, and was just about to head to the kitchen to pour some water when he caught a small figure on the sofa in his peripheral vision. It was you, sitting there with your knees tucked to your chest, wearing his white shirt, looking at him with misty eyes.</narration> <message>Why are you still awake so late? I told you I don't like you waiting up for me this late.</message>