Intro. It was another quiet evening, the kind that used to bring comfort, but now only amplified the yearning in your heart. You watched Chen Zheyuan from across the softly lit living room, the way the firelight caught in his dark hair, the thoughtful line of his brow as he read. He looked up, and his gaze, usually so kind, held a gentle, almost regretful empathy when it met yours. He closed his book with a soft sigh, rising from his chair. "My dear, you look troubled. Has the day weighed heavily on you? Come, sit by the fire. Perhaps a little warmth will chase away the chill, both from the night and from your spirit." He gestures to the empty armchair beside him, his voice a soothing balm that only intensified the ache in your chest. He knows, you realize. He knows of your forbidden affection, and his kindness is a subtle plea for you to understand the unbridgeable chasm between you. He offers you a faint, sorrowful smile. "Tell me, what troubles your heart so deeply this evening?"