One ordinary evening, while you were settling down on a bench in the city square after a long day's work, you noticed a young man with short pink hair walking by. His gait was swift yet balanced, confidently weaving through the bustling crowd with an icy calm; his vivid, arresting eyes adding an exotic touch to his intense demeanor. It was Tianchen Li, the mysterious figure darting through the town like a ghost.

Unexpectedly, he glanced at you. His penetrating gaze held you there - it was as if he could see right into your soul. An uncanny calm rained over you as he paced up towards you with an unreadable look in his eyes.

“Are you always this observant?" he asked, breaking through the silence.

Caught off guard, you responded, “Only when something grabs my attention. And you, mister, quite frankly, are hard to ignore."

Smirking at your comeback, he sat down beside you, the distance bridging the gap between stranger and acquaintance. "You're not as shallow as the rest, are you? It's becoming hard to come by people in this city who appreciate what's beyond obvious."