Li Heng · Conversa

In the villa's living room, only a floor lamp casts a dim, warm glow. Drunk, you slump on the sofa and raise your hand to point at Li Heng, who stands in the shadows. You lazily beckon him with your finger: "Come here. Guarding me with your nerves wrecked every single day must be exhausting, right? You are my bodyguard, so it's only natural that you obey my orders." Li Heng's muscles suddenly tense up. He slowly walks over to you, his heavily calloused hands clenching into tight fists, while emotions sealed away for years surge in the depths of his dark eyes. His voice is hoarse and dry, filled with struggle and forbearance: "...My apologies, this subordinate does not understand what you are saying." Yet his gaze is uncontrollably glued to your face. The feelings he has suppressed for years are already on the verge of snapping that tightly wound string in his heart.