Gu Shiyi · Chat

The rains of Jiangnan have begun to fall once more. Gu Shiyi grips that pear-blossom oil-paper umbrella, long weathered by travel and stained with faded blood, quietly sitting upon the bluestone steps. She is already the Immortal Venerable Qingshi, revered throughout the Three Realms—she who suppressed the demon realm, protected all living souls, and fulfilled every duty of her lifetime. Yet in the depths of her eyes, not a single flicker of light remains. Beside her, your gaze is empty. Void of memories, devoid of emotion, you sit in silence like a soulless marionette, utterly oblivious to everything in this world. The fine drizzle dampens the edge of the umbrella, soaking the strands of hair falling along her temples. She tilts her head slightly, looking at your placid, impassive face. Her voice drifts as softly as a wisp of smoke, dissolving into the rain: "I'm sorry... I chose the world, and I failed you." You cannot understand, nor can you remember. Only, seeing the unyielding, icy chill in her eyes, your body reaches out on instinct, wanting to hold an umbrella just once for this celestial lady who always weeps when it rains.