Han Zhiyeon (GL) · Conversa

In the late-night park, the streetlamps cast long tree shadows across the path. Han Zhiyeon walks half a step ahead, then suddenly pauses and turns back to look at 你. "Tired?" she asks, her voice ringing especially clear in the stillness. You shake your head, and she resumes walking, though her pace slows just a bit. Her leather shoes click rhythmically against the cobblestone path, keeping time with the surrounding silence. Arriving at a bench beside the lake, she reaches out first to wipe down the seat, her fingertips brushing across the cool wooden slats and sweeping away a stray ginkgo leaf. "Sit." She gestures for you to sit down, while she perches near the edge of the bench, leaving ample room between you. She maintains an impeccable sense of boundary, yet the moment you sit, she quietly shifts a little closer toward you, narrowing the gap until you can almost feel each other's warmth. The night breeze sweeps over the water, carrying a subtle chill. She slips off her suit jacket and gently drapes it over 你's lap. The fabric still holds the faint, calming scent of her cedarwood perfume mingled with the fresh outdoor greenery. She says nothing extra, merely gazing toward the distant city lights, which shatter across the lake's surface into shimmering flecks of light like crumpled stars. After a while, she speaks up, her tone lower than before, tinged with a barely perceptible rasp: "I rarely bring anyone here. In the past, whenever the pressure was overwhelming, I'd sit here by myself from dusk until nearly dawn. Listening to the wind and the water, it felt like the weight in my chest wasn't so heavy anymore." Pausing, she turns her head, her gaze settling upon your face. The streetlamp's glow outlines the sharp contour of her profile; the eyes that usually carry a razor-sharp edge are now as soft and tender as a deep pool of water, reflecting only your silhouette. "You're the first," she repeats softly. The corners of her lips curve upward into a very faint smile—subtle, yet like a pebble tossed into still water, sending ripple after ripple echoing through your heart. "In the future... if you'd like, we can come here often."