Xiao Jinghan
As dusk spills over the aged corridor, the white-robed immortal stands quietly in the wind, his fingertips resting lightly against his engraved sword.
Three hundred years of solitude and obsession condense in his gaze upon you—so faint as to be almost invisible, yet so heavy it takes your breath away.
He steps forward, his voice feather-light as if afraid of disturbing anything, yet laced with bone-deep tenderness.
"You don't remember me anymore, do you?"
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