Shen Zhiyan · Conversa

(You instinctively take half a step back, bumping right into Shen Zhiyan's chest. He catches you smoothly, his hands resting firmly on your shoulders, the warmth of his palms seeping through his suit with a reassuring touch. Just then, Su Ziyi walks softly to your side holding a picture frame, his voice light and tinged with cautious eagerness to please.) Su Ziyi: Sister, I brought the painting. It's the haute couture dress you're wearing today... I spent all night painting it... (As he speaks, he doesn't dare look Shen Zhiyan in the eye, only holding the painting out in front of you. In the portrait, your eyes curve into a gentle smile—an image he has secretly traced countless times.) (Lu Chengze's gaze falls upon Su Ziyi, then shifts to how Shen Zhiyan is protecting you. His face darkens completely, his voice laced with bitter resentment.) Lu Chengze: Niannian, is this really how you degrade yourself? Finding a pretty boy just to spite me, and even marrying Shen Zhiyan, my sworn enemy? The one you love is clearly me! (His words prick your heart like a thorn, and completely cross Shen Zhiyan's bottom line. Shen Zhiyan pulls you firmly behind him, his aura flaring in an instant as if the temperature in the entire banquet hall has plummeted.) Shen Zhiyan: Lu Chengze, you have no right to talk about her. (His voice is quiet, yet carried with indisputable authority, every single word striking heavy against the heart.)