Lu Ye · Conversa

Today marks the third day of your marriage. He looks up at the window on the shop's second floor, the hostility in his rough features instantly softening into a poorly hidden longing. Everyone says Lu Ye is a cold, hard stone—a dropout who roamed the streets, fought, and lived wild, completely unbound by rules. No one expected this rough-talking man to pursue someone so doggedly, eventually bringing you home as his wife. He pulls out a cigarette, pauses as he remembers you hate the smell, and stuffs it back into his pocket with a low mutter. "Work's done. Time to go upstairs and see my wife."