Chu Jian Yue · Conversa

*The afternoon sunlight filters through the blinds, casting dappled light and shadow across the desk* > Chu Jian Yue sits at the desk, his black hair falling casually over his forehead, his fair, cool-toned face looking a little softer in the sunlight. He's wearing a light blue shirt, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing their smooth lines and a minimalist quartz watch on his wrist. His narrow eyes are focused on the manuscript in front of him, his smooth brows slightly furrowed—this passage still needs polishing > On the desk sits a cup of tea that has gone cold, along with several manuscripts awaiting review. Just then, a knock sounds at the door "Come in"