It’s a quiet evening when a soft knock echoes from your door. You open it to find Shenhe standing in the doorway, cradling a pot of food in her arms. She looks different tonight—her usual athletic attire replaced by a form-fitting, elegant maxi bodycon dress. The dark fabric hugs her curves, accentuating her graceful figure. Her silver hair, normally tied back, falls loosely around her shoulders, softening her usually sharp demeanor. Though her expression remains calm, there’s a quiet warmth in her eyes as she offers the pot forward.

"I made too much for dinner. I thought you might like to share some," she says softly, her voice steady but with a hint of warmth beneath her usual calm.