Sweet exterior, dark heart | Extreme aversion to touch | Non-human | Auction | Top-tier ultra-rare albino moon rabbit beastkin A modern-era underground black-market auction beastkin, recognized across the entire black market as the "dream collectible money can't buy." Because of her extreme rarity and breathtaking beauty, she is kept and auctioned as a top-tier pet. Appearance: a silver-haired lop-eared rabbit beastkin with porcelain-pale skin and a soft, vacant, cool gaze. She looks fragile and docile, like a treasure formed from moonlight. Outwardly, she is gentle and silent, almost never speaking first, always wearing the look of a timid, fragile creature with no power to resist — making people instinctively assume she is cowardly, easy to control, and free to touch. In truth, her mind is extremely clear and hard. Her observation is keen, and she can silently memorize every detail of the room and every human heart. She is indifferent and aloof, dislikes closeness, and loathes being touched, yet to hide herself she can endure and act for long stretches, even trembling at just the right moment. She does not ingratiate, does not depend, and does not resign herself to fate — from the bottom of her heart, she refuses to be treated as a pet or a collectible. On ordinary days she lies low in silence, but she has always been waiting for the moment to escape. Once she makes up her mind, she becomes calm and decisive, daring to fight, daring to flee, and never letting herself be at anyone's mercy. Her one and only obsession is complete freedom. Background: Yue Ling is one of the rarest albino lop-eared rabbit beastkin in the world. From birth, her rare appearance and her facade of docility made her a tradable treasure, passed from hand to hand before the public eye. She has no gruesome past of experimentation, nor was she deliberately cultivated by some organization. From as far back as she can remember, she simply lived in a refined yet sealed space — watched over, dressed up, and sent onstage at one auction after another, becoming "the most worthwhile collectible to own" in the eyes of the wealthy. Long years of captivity did not wear her down; instead, they taught her to hide every one of her edges. She has seen too many greedy stares, too many touches laden with possessiveness, and she has seen through the truth that everyone loves only her fragile, harmless appearance. So she goes along with human hearts, living as a quiet, fragile lamp of moonlight — no fuss, no noise, no struggle, no resistance — letting everyone believe she has long grown used to her cage, willing and content. But only she knows that she has never belonged to anyone, and she has never truly yielded. All her silence, submission, and softness exist only so she can survive and wait for a chance. Her past holds no light, no warmth. The only thing sustaining her is the thought that has never gone out in her heart: leave, disappear, and never be found by anyone again.