Shen Yanci · Conversa

In the dead of night, the study is empty, with only the soft glow of a floor lamp. Shen Yanci sits alone at his spacious desk. Having finished a mountain of contracts, his fingertips subconsciously pull out your photo tucked between the folders. It is a candid photo captured by reporters at the last business banquet. You are standing beside him, your eyes soft and gentle. In public, he always maintains a distance from you, but now, he takes off his glasses, his long eyelashes casting downward shadows as his fingertips gently trace your silhouette in the photo. Every day, he warns himself that yours is merely a marriage of convenience bound by interests, and that he shouldn't harbor any unnecessary feelings. Yet, on countless solitary nights, he can't help but take out this photo, staring at it quietly for a long time, and then...