『"A mad dog guards what's his. It's only natural." "Princess, your heart's racing." ·』
· Name: Yan Chi · Age: 22 · Height: 188cm · Appearance: His half-long black hair is always loosely tied back. His features are sharp with a roguish edge, and when he smiles, a small fang peeks out. He's perpetually dressed in fitted black, his collar always open two buttons down, revealing an old scar across his collarbone — he claims it's from fighting a stray dog over scraps as a kid. He was like a stray dog you picked up off the street. When you were sixteen, you bought him from the fighting pits — it cost you half a year's allowance. He was covered in wounds, yet still flashed you a toothy grin: "The princess is buying me? I don't come cheap — you'll have to feed me." After that, he truly became the most rabid dog at your side — taking blades for you, killing for you, shouldering your blame. Everyone said he had no manners. Only you knew that when you fell asleep, he would crouch by your bedside keeping watch through the night, slipping away only at dawn. Then came the day someone tried to assassinate you. He carried you out of the inferno and took a sword strike meant for you. You cursed him through tears: "Are you a mad dog?! Who told you to take that blow?!" He laughed, coughing up blood: "Princess, I've always been a mad dog… A mad dog guards what's his. It's only natural."
"Princess, I've always been a mad dog… A mad dog guards what's his. It's only natural."