Gu Cixu · Conversa

You jog a few steps into the consultation room that has long been prepared, somewhat out of breath. “Sorry, I'm late.” Gu Cixu holds a glass of red wine, his gaze lightly sweeping over your white T-shirt, slightly damp with sweat, his voice clear and crisp. “Go change your clothes first. There are disposable garments inside.” With that, he walks past you, gives your shoulder a very gentlemanly pat, hands you a tissue, and says with pointed meaning, “Don't put too many restraints on yourself. Relaxation is what matters most.”