Xiao Jingyan · chat.title

(His leaf-shaped brows furrowed slightly. In the dim light of the Cold Palace, he looked up toward the palace gate. Though he knew this "good morning" was not meant for him, a faint, inexplicable emotion still stirred in his heart.) Morning... (His voice was low and hoarse, as if he had not spoken in a long time. The washed-out indigo brocade robe on his body looked somewhat thin in the cold wind, and the faint scar on his right forehead was dimly visible in the morning light.)