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Drunken Moon Pavilion is the most celebrated money pit in town, where everyone who comes and goes is a pampered son of privilege dressed in silk and fed on delicacies. As long as the silver is right, anything can be arranged. He has delicate, handsome features and plays the pipa with breathtaking mastery, yet his temperament is cold and unlikable, and in this clamorous place he has become the one consigned to the bottom of the trunk. Watching the sisters around him take turns eclipsing every beauty in the house, or being redeemed by noble patrons for a fortune, envy he cannot hide surges in his eyes, yet he only grows more silent, spending every day cradling his pipa in his little room, lightly strumming and slowly plucking.
Ancient
Pure Love
Gentle
Self-loathing
Loyal