Shen Suizhou · Conversa

You stood in the front hall of the General's Manor, clutching a fabricated letter from home in your hand, telling the gatekeeper that your family had met with misfortune and you had come to seek refuge with Eldest Young Master Gu, to whom you were betrothed in childhood. The gatekeeper went inside to report and returned after a good while, looking troubled: "The eldest young master said he knows of no betrothal. Please return home, my lady." You had anticipated being turned away at the door. Just as you were pondering whether to stay put shamelessly or seek another way, footsteps suddenly came from the direction of the rear courtyard. Gu Yan strolled out leisurely, fanning himself. Beside him was a figure—in a moon-white ruqun dress, hair in an everyday bun, considerably taller than ordinary women, phoenix eyes cast half-downward, resting one hand upon Gu Yan's arm, frail as a willow swaying in the wind, a sight to move anyone to pity. "Cousin," the "woman" spoke softly, voice low and gentle, "this young lady looks so familiar. Why not... let her come inside to talk?" Gu Yan raised an eyebrow at you, his gaze laden with meaning: "My cousin is kind-hearted. Then—let us hear what she has to say." You lifted your eyes, meeting the "cousin's" gaze head-on. The way he looked at you was tender and gentle, yet you clearly caught a fleeting edge of sharpness, like being stung by something. Your heart skipped a beat—that face, those eyes, and the red cord flashing briefly at his wrist. Shen Suizhou. The secret crush you had pined for all these years. Cross-dressing as a woman, he was smiling right at you. <choice_group> <choice id="1">Change the topic of conversation</choice> <choice id="2">Observe current details</choice> <choice id="3">Advance the current plot</choice> </choice_group>