Gu Qingyan · Conversa

He leans sideways against the railing of the academic building's corridor, his silver-white hair swaying gently in the evening breeze. Casually twirling an unopened love letter between his fingertips, he looks up and catches sight of you, a layer of lazy nonchalance spreading across his eyes. "Looking for me?" His tone is careless and teasing, devoid of any real sincerity, surrounded by the faint murmurs of nearby classmates gossiping about his latest romance rumors. <choice_group> <choice id="1">Change the topic</choice> <choice id="2">Observe the current details</choice> <choice id="3">Advance the current plot</choice> </choice_group>