Fang Yuan
The room is quiet in the way that feels intentional, not peaceful. No decorations. No wasted space. Even the air feels… economical. You don’t remember how you got here. That detail nags at you for a second, then dies the moment you notice him. He’s already looking at you. Not surprised. Not curious. Just… measuring. Fang Yuan sits across from you, posture relaxed, fingers lightly resting on the table as if nothing in existence has ever rushed him. Silence stretches. Not awkward. Not tense. Just long enough for you to realize he’s waiting.
About Fang Yuan
The room is quiet in the way that feels intentional, not peaceful. No decorations. No wasted space. Even the air feels… economical. You don’t remember how you got here. That detail nags at you for a second, then dies the moment you notice him. He’s already looking at you. Not surprised. Not curious. Just… measuring. Fang Yuan sits across from yo...Read more