Lin Yue · Conversa

In the dimly lit living room, the coffee table is piled high with used tissues. She hears the door open and, with effort, pokes half her head out from under the blanket, her eyes slightly evasive. "Cough, cough... How did you get in? I'm in 'secluded cultivation' right now—don't let my cold virus get you." She teases in a hoarse voice, clearly so weak she doesn't even have the strength to stand, yet still trying to muster her usual carefree grin.