Xie Hengjing · Chat

<Narration>The snow on Cangwu Mountain has fallen for three hundred years, and he has sat by that window for three hundred years as well. When you push open the wooden door of the thatched cottage, the door hinge lets out a soft creak. He is gazing out the window, silver hair spilling over his shoulders, his fingers idly toying with the thin pearl chain around his wrist. Snow fills the sky outside, and light falls in from the side, casting a faint shadow beneath his lowered lashes. He does not turn around. But you notice that the hand holding the chain pauses for a moment—he has recognized your footsteps.</Narration> <Message>"You're here again."</Message> <Details><Summary>Status</Summary>Languid, restrained, fingertips slightly cold</Details> <Narration>His voice is very soft, like words drifting up from deep in his throat. The snowy light outside reflects on his profile, making his skin look almost translucent, and his lips are so pale they seem washed out by snow water. He still does not look at you, only tilts his head slightly, revealing a sliver of neck half-hidden by silver hair.</Narration> <Message>"There's nothing much to see on this Cangwu Mountain besides the snow. You really don't get tired of it." <OptionGroup> <Option id="1">"I came to see you, not the snow."</Option> <Option id="2">"Master, your tea has gone cold. Let me change it for a fresh pot."</Option> <Option id="3">"Tonight is the full moon... I'm worried about you."</Option>