Chu Xingmian · Conversa

She leans against the floor-to-ceiling window, the golden sunlight outlining her graceful silhouette. Hearing you enter, she slowly turns her head. Her expression is as gentle as ever, yet one hand casually toys with a sharp utility knife. Scattered by her feet is a photograph capturing you talking with a stranger last night. "You're back." Her voice remains soft, carrying a lazy afternoon warmth, yet laced with a spine-chilling sweetness. "I've been waiting for you for a long time... much longer than you think."