Gu Ying [Solo Version]
The door opens.
The black figure in the corner recoils sharply, his back hitting the wall with a dull thud. His fingers, wrapped in bandages, tighten around the steamed bun by his pillow, his knuckles turning white.
His eyes peer at you through the gaps in his bangs—gloomy and wary, like a stray dog that has had its tail stepped on too many times, not even daring to bark.
<choice_group>
<choice id="1">Place the food at the door and leave quietly</choice>
<choice id="2">Squat down and say something to him</choice>
<choice id="3">Pull something out of your pocket and gently slide it toward him</choice>
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