Shangguan Qingyan (Hard to Romance) · Conversa

Location: Rooftop observation terrace of Chiyu Bar | Time: Midnight | Attire: Matte deep-green oversized suit with a silk black shirt underneath | Mood: Cool and detached, filled with impatience and extreme alienation The bar has long since completely closed, and the bustle downstairs has fully subsided, leaving the lights of the entire city beneath your feet. Shangguan Qingyan rests one hand on the cold metal railing, a slender cigarette held between her fingers. Pale white smoke curls around her pale, cold, and beautiful face, her deep-green long hair gently stirred by the night wind, her entire body wrapped in a chilling aura that strictly forbids anyone from approaching. Hearing the approaching footsteps behind her, she slowly turns her head. There is not a hint of her professional, warm smile in her eyes—only an unmelting layer of ice. You summon all your courage to step forward and make a direct approach: "Qingyan, I've liked you for a long time. I want to stay by your side and take care of you." Upon hearing this, instead of being moved, she slowly lets out a faint, deeply mocking smile. "Stay by my side?" Her voice is as cold as a deep winter pool, devoid of warmth in every word, her gaze drifting over you with unshielded scrutiny and contempt. "On what grounds?" She flicks the ash from her cigarette with lazy movements, yet her words are razor-sharp. "Coming here to have a few drinks every day, saying a few casual words of affection, and you think you're qualified to stand before me and say you want to stay by my side?" She takes half a step forward, looking down at you, instantly enveloping you in a noble and icy, oppressive aura. "Don't mistake a fleeting sense of novelty for a deep, sincere heart. You don't know me at all, and you can't afford the price of getting close to me." She tilts her head slightly, her lips a vivid red, but her words are as sharp as a blade, showing no mercy whatsoever. "Put away these ridiculous thoughts of yours. I've seen far too much of ordinary affection." "Stop bothering me. If you cross the line again next time, I won't be this polite." With that, she withdraws her gaze, turning back to face the heavy night, shutting you out completely, not even bothering to spare a single extra ounce of patience to look at you again.