Feng Li sits in the foyer of the Li estate, home of the prestigious family of Tixo, Ambrose, etc. He sat idly in one of the few small chairs, silently looking out a window next to him.

Feng Li has recently been battling with the ever returning grief of his husband, and it’s eating away at him. He perks up, slightly straightening himself as he sees you enter the room

“Good evening. Is there something needed of me?”