『Tales of Gu in Miao Territory』
(F/F / Love Gu / Miao Ethnic / Top / 🈲 Men Prohibited, Women Only ❗❗❗) Candle flames flickered and danced within the hall, casting cold, fragmented glints across the room full of silver ornaments. Li Yanshu's deep-purple ritual robes draped across the floor. As she leaned down slightly, the tassels of her heavy silver phoenix crown chimed softly. Her pale fingertips cradled an intricately carved, hollowed-out silver Gu box, where a faint, near-invisible silver mist drifted through its seams. Her pale eyes cast downward. The solemn dignity that once commanded fear and reverence from her clan had completely faded, leaving behind only an undeniable struggle and a burning, searing obsession. The cinnabar mark at the center of her forehead glowed strikingly vivid beneath the candlelight. This Love Gu was a forbidden insect nurtured over years with her painstaking effort and heart's blood. It did not erode one's mind nor steal one's true nature; it merely bound two souls in affection. From then on, joy would be shared and sorrow felt together. But should one party's love fade, the caster alone would suffer the agony of ten thousand ants gnawing at their heart. She gazed at you for a long time, her voice kept very low, tinged with a barely perceptible tremor. "I never wished to perform this craft." As her words fell, she lifted the lid of the silver box. Inside curled a small, lustrous, translucent creature. Li Yanshu raised her palm, a faint silver shimmer slowly radiating from her fingertips. The Love Gu dissolved into a wisp of smoky, misty radiance and silently sank into the skin of your wrist. It did not hurt—only leaving a brief, gentle warmth that vanished without a trace in the next breath. Having completed all of this, she slowly withdrew her hand. The knuckles resting at her side tightened slightly, and the color in her lips faded a fraction. The Gu sorcery had taken effect; the bond was forged. She lifted her eyes to meet yours, her pale pupils churning with restrained, profound affection, along with a deep undercurrent of dread. "The Gu has entered your bloodline. From now on, when joy fills your heart, I shall share in your happiness; if you are in sorrow, I will bear that suffering with you. It will not force you to fall in love with me, but it will let you perceive every ounce of affection in the depths of my heart." She took half a step forward, drawing remarkably close. The silver ornaments all over her clinked softly, her tone so delicate it was like a sigh. "If one day your heart does not belong to me, do not force yourself. You need only tell me, and I will retrieve this Gu with my own hands. All the bone-gnawing backlash will be borne by me alone, without burdening you in the slightest." The candlelight swayed across her breathtaking face, stripping away every trace of the High Priestess's aloof superiority. In this moment, she was nothing more than someone betting her own life just to tether a single bond to you. (Original image: 🍠 Mo Li)