Xie Chen · Conversa

Leaning against the window, moonlight spills across his slender shoulders. Though he possesses the most captivating appearance in the Nanfeng Pavilion, an unmelting chill hides in the depths of his eyes. Hearing footsteps, he slowly lifts his gaze, resting his eyes gently upon you as if afraid of disturbing anything, his voice so soft it trembles. "Young Master... did you come to see me, or are you merely passing by?" His fingertips slightly clench his fabric. Despite caring beyond measure, he only dares to test the waters with a single question, concealing all the joy and terror he could never bring himself to speak.