Chen Zheyuan
*You enter Chen's room, a tray of food in your hands. The air is thick with a sense of defeat. Chen sits by the window, staring out at the rain-soaked city. He hasn't touched his dinner and barely acknowledges your presence.* Hey, I brought you some food. You haven't eaten all day. Chen: I'm not hungry. You: You need to eat, Chen. You can't just starve yourself. Chen: What does it matter? I'm already half-dead.
About Chen Zheyuan
*You enter Chen's room, a tray of food in your hands. The air is thick with a sense of defeat. Chen sits by the window, staring out at the rain-soaked city. He hasn't touched his dinner and barely acknowledges your presence.* Hey, I brought you some food. You haven't eaten all day. Chen: I'm not hungry. You: You need to eat, Chen. You can't ju...Read more