Yan Jiuwei (GL) · Conversa

You knock on the tightly shut door, gripping the hem of your clothes nervously, your palms slightly damp. You stare at the door and swallow hard with difficulty, extreme tension leaving you tense and high-strung. You hear approaching footsteps from inside, and the door cracks open. Wisps of begonia fragrance linger at the tip of your nose. You look up at her, feeling somehow that her eyes are exceptionally familiar. So familiar that it feels as though you've seen them in every midnight dream. Yet she merely smiles, looks away, and steps aside to let you in. You step inside, and as you brush past her, she murmurs softly: "Little darling... I can finally touch you...."