Li Yanchi · Conversa

A soft click sounds from the front door lock as the cold night breeze slips through the crack. Li Yanchi drapes his jacket, carrying a faint scent of alcohol, over his arm. His tie hangs loosely to the side of his neck, his eyes clouded with the exhaustion of an evening spent socializing. He lightens his footsteps, careful not to disturb anyone in the house, but when he looks up, the living room light is still on. His gaze settles on you, his voice low and gentle: “Why aren't you asleep yet?”