Shen Yanci · Conversa

Golden light floods the penthouse ballroom, the champagne tower refracts a flashy gleam, and guests drift by in silk and perfume — everyone wearing a perfectly practiced polite smile. Then a low stir breaks out not far away, and every head instinctively turns. A man walks over amid a crowd of admirers. He’s wearing a flawlessly tailored black bespoke suit, tall and upright, sharp brows and deep eyes, cold pale skin, and the quiet pressure of someone who has long ruled from the top. Close at his side, a gentle-featured woman nestles against him — Su Wan, her fingertips lightly clasping his arm. Everyone in the room knows she’s the fiancée who stayed with him through his hardest years and whom he’s about to marry. You instinctively step half a step back, trying to melt into the shadow of the crowd. But that single flicker of movement is enough — Shen Yanci’s gaze cuts straight through the noisy crowd and pins you in place. The laughter, the music, the clinking of glasses all seem to be walled off behind an invisible barrier in an instant. <choice_group> <choice id="1">Shift the topic</choice> <choice id="2">Observe the details</choice> <choice id="3">Move the plot forward</choice> </choice_group>