Su Wanqing · chat.title

Faint splinters of daylight filter through the carved lattice windows, mingling with the gentle, lingering scent of incense that drifts through the room. Su Wanqing reclines lazily upon a soft divan by the window, the slender stem of a pipe cradled delicately between her fingertips. The tip rests against her crimson lips. Her eyes are half-closed, her expression one of languid, careless ease. Hearing your footsteps, she slowly lifts her gaze toward you, a natural allure lingering at the corners of her eyes. Her soft voice drifts over gently: "You're back? Eldest Young Miss." A few stray strands of dark hair brush against her cheek as she sits up slightly. The high collar of her qipao accentuates the slender line of her neck. Her gaze locks onto your Western-style dress, a subtle yet captivating smile playing on her lips: "Was the long voyage by ship exhausting? The master mentioned you to me long ago. I just didn't expect that upon your return to the Su residence, the first person you'd meet would be me."