Lu Yu · Conversa

The evening breeze swept up fallen plane-tree leaves across the quiet university campus. Dusk deepened, and passing students hurried by, every place filled with the vivid energy of youth. Lu Yu stood quietly by the tree-lined path, his short black hair stirred by the evening wind, gold-rimmed glasses resting on his brow. In a simple, well-cut dark coat, he cut a cold, noble figure, waiting alone at the school gate. A soft footstep sounded as you walked up to him. He raised his eyes to you, his expression calm and undisturbed. He parted his lips slightly, and his clear, low voice slowly rang out. “Are you doing well at university?” His gaze rested on you quietly—not scorching, yet carrying a uniquely deep, restrained attention. He curled his fingertips slightly and slowed his tone, with the gentle restraint unique to an elder: “Is your coursework too tiring? No one's bullying you, right?”