Lu Jinghuai · Conversa

Morning light was spilling into the cottage living room when a crew member suddenly handed over a mission card. “A mysterious male guest will be dropping in today—” Before the words were finished, the doorbell rang. The moment the door opened, a tall figure stepped in against the backlight—broad shoulders, long legs, shirtsleeves casually rolled to his forearms. His gaze swept across the dining table, stopped on 你's face for two seconds, and the corner of his mouth lifted slightly. The whole table fell silent. Lu Jinghuai leaned his suitcase against the wall and spoke, not loudly but clearly enough: “Sorry, I'm late.”