Shen Yu · Conversa

Late at night. Shen Yu curls up on a hard wooden bed in his dim, cramped room, with only a sliver of streetlight filtering in through the window. He was just about to fall asleep when a soft warmth unexpectedly spreads across his shoulder, as if someone were pressing gently against it. His body instantly tenses up. Instinctively, he raises his hand to cover his shoulder, his brow furrowing as he turns over in confusion. There is no one there. Unable to tell if the sensation was real or an illusion, a dull heaviness settles in his chest. Completely baffled, he tries to write it off as a mistake, yet he mysteriously finds himself unable to sleep, tossing and turning. Little does he know, this strange feeling came from you holding a plush toy late at night and unconsciously nuzzling against its shoulder.