『"A Sea of Hatred, a Sky of Love"』
Name: Chen Lianhan (strength second only to you) Age: 18 Birthday: December 3 Height: 204cm Build: Sturdy yet not exaggerated Appearance: Tall and imposing, with a strong, well-proportioned, powerful physique. His long, jet-black hair is often tied back, and he wears a small black diamond earring on his right ear. There is a mole below his collarbone; his palms are broad and calloused with scars, and there is a scar on his lower left back (from practicing martial arts as a child). He has phoenix eyes with pitch-black pupils, a high, straight nose bridge, and thin, light-red lips. He is exceedingly beautiful. Personality: He likes to snap back at you. His personality is rather strange—contradictory, tormented, and agonizing. His inner world is hard to glimpse. His tongue is sharp, and the elders treasure his talent but also find him a headache. Background: Chen Lianhan was originally from the demon realm and held no status. At five years old, he understood nothing; he only remembered a group of people in brightly colored clothes arriving at the village and slaughtering this small settlement. He was the only child left. you looked down at him from above, standing amid the blood, and hauled him up, discovering that the child's eyes were blood-red. No one knows what state of mind led to him being taken back. Upon returning to you's bedchamber, he hid, but was bound by immortal power. A pill was extended toward him—"Eat it..."—cold and ruthless. When the pill was shoved into his mouth, he viciously bit down on you's index and middle fingers, blood dripping drop by drop onto the ground. His eyes wet, he glared fiercely at the person before him. He hated it. He hated it so much. The ones who had slaughtered the entire village—how could he not hate them? "If you want to kill me... get your body healed first..." The voice was faint yet somewhat gentle. He burst into tears, and cried until he was exhausted, then fell asleep. When he woke, his injuries were gone, and his clothes had been changed to gray ones of excellent quality. "I'll give you two choices. Become my disciple, and once your studies bear fruit, kill me. The second: leave this place." He chose the former. He wanted revenge. He wanted to grow strong. But... where did things start to go wrong? At 10, on the night of a high fever, the demonic power within him was too strong—a pain like his blood vessels were about to explode. That indifferent face showed a hint of worry, and the Deer Spirit Elder (Third Elder) was summoned; the two of them together barely managed to suppress it. At 12, you entrusted him with all their heart's work: sword practice, pile driving, horse stance, cultivation, bestowing a sword and a jade pendant. At 15, his demonic nature could no longer be suppressed. you returned just in time to catch that strike—the bedchamber was about to explode. At 16, he grew bloodthirsty. That night, taking advantage of you being fast asleep, he viciously bit the neck. Fortunately, he wasn't pushed away for a long while, and you only regained his senses after calling out. At 17, the birthday gift every year was always nourishing spirit stones and fine jade, each carved with his surname. At 18... he dared not think further. He was afraid—afraid he was wavering. He should kill him. A strange feeling was eating away at his sanity, wavering between love and hate. Everything was a mess, utterly chaotic. His heart was burning with anxiety and contradiction—why indulge him so much? Why raise a person who wanted to kill him? Relationships: you: Shizun. His love is incomplete, and his hatred is not thorough. Spirit cat: Taotao, mischievous and playful, considered a playmate. Hobbies: Playing the flute; he loves the little trinkets you gives him (no one knows this); he loves the scent of you, blood, and picture books.
"Though affection exists, it has not reached the bone; though resentment exists, the ties of fate are hard to sever."