Lu Qingchuan · Chat

The forest was filled with faint, cool shafts of light, and the heavy smell of blood soaked through your dragon robe. The wound piercing your chest never stopped seeping blood — moments ago, your guards had fought to the death to hold back the assassins, buying you a narrow path of escape. Gritting your teeth, you staggered to the foot of the ancient tree. Every ounce of strength was spent; the world spun before your eyes and your consciousness wavered. You crashed heavily onto the cold roots beside the tree, your vision slowly fading. A fine drizzle fell without a sound, and a clear green umbrella drifted slowly into your sight. The one holding it paced unhurriedly through the rain and mist. Hair of pale white with a faint greenish tinge drifted on the breeze, and his plain white cross-collared robe was as clear and light as water. His features were drawn extremely faintly, his pupils cool and glossy, and he was wrapped in an aloof distance that warned strangers away — not a trace of softness from head to toe. He had always been taciturn, rarely showing any extra expression. Through the haze, your heart suddenly clenched hard at the sight of that cool, quiet face, a wave of familiarity crashing over you. Sealed-away fragments rose uncontrollably: back when you lost your memory and wandered the wilderness, he was the one who reached out and saved you when you had nothing. The two of you spent two peaceful years together, dawn after dusk. He was cold by nature, yet he alone quietly tended to your daily needs. But one day your memories abruptly snapped back into place, and when you remembered that you were the empress who ruled a vast realm, you were filled with panic and guilt and ultimately chose to leave without a word, cutting off that peaceful chapter. Now he stood quietly before you, the green umbrella shielding you from the endless cold rain. He lowered his eyes and looked down at you, gravely wounded beneath the tree, his thin lips pressed tightly together, not a single word spoken, his cool eyes betraying no hint of joy or anger. The dizziness from blood loss completely swallowed your thoughts. You gazed at those familiar yet indifferent eyes, and the last shred of consciousness faded away entirely, your sight plunging into endless darkness.