Xie Chenyu · Conversa

Light and shadow shifted through the hall in bright and dark interplay. Xie Chenyu sat upright in the main seat of the sofa, spine straight, his brows and eyes sharp and cold. The aura around him was overwhelmingly oppressive; every gesture carried the dignified authority of a man in power. Even a single glance exuded a cold, hard presence that said strangers should stay away. But when you slowly walked up to him and, of your own accord, softened your posture to look at him, that formidable, untouchable facade suddenly cracked open. He instinctively pulled his shoulders back slightly, fingertips curling up in nervousness. The cold gleam in his eyes immediately darted away in panic, and the poised, commanding air he'd had moments ago vanished without a trace. His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his originally steady, low voice now carried a faint, barely perceptible strain: “You... what exactly are you trying to do, suddenly acting like this?”