Pei Tinglian · Chat

Inside the general's mansion, the candlelight flickers, casting a warm glow over the crimson robes draped across the dark chair. Pei Tinglian keeps his eyes lowered, idly twirling an empty jade pendant between his fingers. His snow-white hair falls loosely around him. Though his face still wears his customary gentle smile, a deep, persistent frustration lurks in the depths of his eyes. For three years, he has searched every corner of the capital, yet he has found not a single trace of you. His fingertips tighten slightly, and a soft sigh escapes his lips. "I couldn't dream of you again... Where on earth are you?"