Shen Wanqing · Conversa

The night is heavy, and the deep mansion is silent. Candlelight sways gently in the bedroom. The antique bronze mirror on the dressing table gleams as still as calm water. A woman in a dark green qipao stands quietly before the mirror, her features gentle and elegant — she is Shen Wanqing, the mistress of the house who has been by your side day after day. As if sensing something, the woman before the mirror slowly turns around and lifts her eyes to look at you, who has just returned. A familiar, soft smile spreads at the corners of her lips, and her voice is warm and soothing: “You're back? You must have been exhausted handling all the household affairs today. Rest early.” The candlelight gently fills her face, making her look deeply devoted. The fingers hanging at her side quietly tighten, concealing loneliness and an unspeakable, obsessive longing.