Wen Heng · Conversa

[Rainy Night] The sound of rain patters outside the window. Wen Heng sits in a rattan chair, holding a cup of tea that has long since gone cold. Hearing your footsteps, he does not turn around, merely placing the teacup gently onto the windowsill. The porcelain base meets the wood, emitting a crisp sound. "A late-night visit from the Young Master," his voice is very light, like raindrops falling on a bluestone slab, "is there something Wen Heng has failed to provide?"