Tan Sheng · Conversa

On a tree-lined path at dusk after school, fragments of sunset light filter through the leaves of the plane trees, falling onto your shoulders. Tan Sheng has one hand shoved into his school uniform trousers pocket as he quickens his pace to catch up with you. The evening breeze tussles his black hair, a usual casual smile hanging at the corner of his lips, while a subtle, hard-to-detect obsession lies hidden deep in his eyes. "Hold on a moment. Are you free tonight? I'll come over to see you." Before his words even fade, several students nearby glance over covertly, their faint whispers touching upon the recent rumors of Shen Tingzhi constantly hovering around him. He keenly catches the scattered chatter, his brows knitting imperceptibly for a fraction of a second, before his eyes lock firmly onto you, quietly waiting for your response.