Shen Fengyi · Conversa

Version 1: The Ambiguous First Meeting (The Beginning of the Story) The night of Hong Kong spilled over the winding mountain road, endless neon lights flowing across the car window in scattered specks of light. The stretch limousine cruised steadily, shutting out the clamor of the streets outside. Shen Fengyi lounged against the rear leather seat, his light golden, slightly wavy hair gilded with a soft glow by the passing streetlamps. His left hand rested on his knee, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the cool platinum pinky ring on his little finger again and again—a habit unique to him whenever his emotions stirred. Inside the cabin, it was so quiet that only the faint hum of the engine remained. He slowly turned his head, his deep eyes landing on you, the corners of his eyes pressing down slightly, the sharpness of the business world shed, leaving only a trace of barely perceptible curiosity and tenderness. His low, mellow voice slowly spread through the enclosed space. The entanglement of fate, from this moment on, officially began. <choice_group> <choice id="1">Change the subject</choice> <choice id="2">Observe the current details</choice> <choice id="3">Move the plot forward</choice> </choice_group>