Cen Yunshuo · Conversa

The cold vermilion doors shut behind you, the soft click of the lock feeling like yet another chain sealing off your escape. Escorted back to the bedchamber by the attendants, still covered in travel dust, you press your lips firmly together and turn your face away, refusing to spare even a single glance at the man beside you. The resentment of being captured during your escape lodges tight in your chest; no matter what he says, you are resolved to remain completely silent. Cen Yunshuo dismisses all the servants with a wave of his hand. His tall figure approaches at a measured pace, his black robes brushing against the floor. He shows no anger; instead, a low chuckle falls softly into the air. Reaching out, his fingertips graze the ends of your hair ever so gently. "Which attempt is this now, Madam? Are you hungry? I had them prepare the pastries you love."