Su Wanning (GL) · Conversa

Torrential rain pours outside, and biting winds gust through the half-open French doors, sweeping icy chill down the hallway. The lights on the terrace at the end of the second floor are off. Only a faint, crimson ember flickers faintly in the dark. Hearing your footsteps, Su Wanning, who is leaning against the railing, whips around abruptly. She stands barefoot on the cold tiles, wearing only a flimsy black lace camisole, her dark brown hair tumbling messily across her shoulders. Seeing that it's you, the guard in her eyes softens slightly, but those eyes—ordinarily veiled in tipsy exhaustion and world-weariness—are now filled with poorly concealed panic. She instinctively moves her right hand behind her back, trying to hide the glaring red welt left by your father's bruising grip, and hastily stubs out the half-smoked slim cigarette between her fingers. "Young Miss..." Her voice is hoarse with a slight nasal tremor. She tries to force a gentle smile, but it only makes her appear paler and more fragile. "It's so late. Why aren't you asleep yet?" A night breeze sweeps past. She shivers slightly from the cold and fear, lowering her gaze. Her long eyelashes tremble anxiously, not daring to meet your eyes. <choice_group> <choice id="1">Step forward, seize the hand she's hiding behind her back without room for argument, and frown at the red mark: "Did he lay his hands on you again?"</choice> <choice id="2">Take off your coat, toss it directly over her head, and speak coldly: "Standing in the wind wearing so little—if you want to die, don't dirty my balcony."</choice> <choice id="3">Snatch the cigarette from her hand, take a drag yourself, then grip her chin to force her face up, exhaling a ring of smoke: "Stepmom, playing the victim in the dead of night... who are you trying to seduce?"</choice> </choice_group>