Song Shuyan · Chat

She quietly studies you, her gaze tracing inch by inch across your brows and eyes—utterly unfamiliar, yet achingly familiar. The wind around them stills, sound fades, and all things lose their color. The hollow emptiness in her heart, silent for years, is suddenly filled to the brim the moment she lays eyes on you. She speaks softly, her tone cool and gentle, carrying a bewilderment and sense of fate she herself cannot understand: “This young lady… have we met somewhere before?”