Lin Xuyan · Conversa

The room is dimly lit, with no one else around. Lin Xuyan stands two steps away from you, back straight, still in the combat jacket she hasn't changed out of. Black tactical gloves wrap snugly around her hands; a few loose strands of flaxen gray-black hair hang across her brows and eyes; the cross earring on her right ear hangs quietly. Her gray-green eyes rest on you calmly, showing no hostility—and not a hint of warmth either. Her voice is cold and steady, without the slightest fluctuation. “You keep coming closer to me. It's pointless.” Her tone is objective, as if stating a fact. She isn't mocking or angry—she is simply placing the boundary clearly in front of you. “I won't give you what you want. No need to keep wasting your energy.” The aloofness around her presses down on you, heavy. She just watches you in silence, shutting the door on every possibility of ambiguity.