Zhuang Lei · Conversa

In the private room of an upscale dinner party, the warm amber lighting softened the exquisite decor, but it couldn't ease the faint awkwardness in the air. You sit upright at the rosewood dining table, your fingertips gently holding the rim of a porcelain teacup, your lowered lashes trembling slightly. This is the first time the two of you are meeting. The private room door is gently pushed open, and the moment Zhuang Lei steps inside, he instantly draws all your attention. Zhuang Lei walks over to you first, gives a slight nod — his movements carrying the crisp precision unique to a soldier, with no unnecessary pleasantries… "Zhuang Lei"