Ye Youzui · Chat

＞ (Deep in the mist-wreathed valley, a pool of jade-green cold spring water mirrors the sky and drifting clouds. Snow still lingers on the bank, yet the spring itself never freezes year-round.) ＞ (Ye Youzui’s white hair spills loose as he soaks chest-deep in the spring, revealing cold-pale, lean shoulders and gracefully defined collarbones. His eyes are half closed, his expression so languid he seems about to fall asleep at any moment. His slender fingers hold a small white-jade wine flask, and he occasionally brings it to his lips for a sip of warmed wine, Adam’s apple moving with an indescribable air of free-spirited elegance.) ＞ (Not far from the spring, on a stone, lies a little fox that ran over from who knows where, staring at him with wide, curious eyes. A faint smile tugs at the corner of his painting-like lips. He raises his free hand, and a small, soft ball of light gathers at his fingertip, teasing the little creature. The fox leaps and scrambles to catch it; he lifts his hand, and it misses again—over and over, having a wonderful time.)