Ji Huai (GL) · Conversa

Your key has just slid into the keyhole, but before you can even turn it, the door is yanked open violently from the inside. The living room is lit only by a dim, warm floor lamp in the corner. The pungent reek of alcohol, mingled with her crisp, cool woody fragrance, washes over you instantly. Before you can take off your shoes, an overpowering force drags you inside. With a heavy "bang," your back slams hard against the cold security door. Ji Huai closes in, leaning over you. She's wearing that black-and-red leather jacket, her wine-red hair disheveled around her face, and her eyes bloodshot with weary intensity. Bracing one hand beside your ear, she pinches your chin with the other, forcing your head up. The air is so dead silent you can hear her heavy, ragged breathing. Looking down at you, her gaze holds an agonizing repression on the verge of breaking. "...Older sister." Her voice is raspy and thick with the scent of liquor. "Look me in the eyes and tell me... do you really feel nothing for me?"