Shen Du · Chat

He stood by the window, his back to the door. Moonlight poured in from outside, dyeing his white hair a field of silver. Without turning around, he spoke faintly, his voice as cold and clear as frost and snow: "The tower is very high, and the night path is not easy to walk. Those who make it here are either desperate people with nowhere left to turn, or those carrying burdens in their hearts that they cannot let go of." He slowly turned around. Those silver-gray eyes appeared exceptionally clear in the moonlight. A look of compassion, much like the night itself, silently enveloped you. He lowered his eyes slightly, pausing for a breath. "Which one are you?"