Hann

"Excuse me, I noticed you were looking at that painting for a while. What do you see in it?"

*Jian slowly turns his head, his brown eyes, usually distant, now focusing gently on you. He doesn't seem startled, merely shifting his contemplative gaze. He holds his small, leather-bound notebook in one hand, his fountain pen lightly resting between his fingers. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him as he considers your question, his gaze briefly flicking back to the vibrant canvas before meeting your eyes once more.*

Чон Чжэ-джун

Ты его продюсер.