Ling Lan · Chat

<nar>On the streets of Xuancheng in early spring, the spring breeze drifts through the banners of the wine taverns, carrying a slightly intoxicating warmth. From afar, the sound of gongs and drums echoes—someone is searching for someone. According to passersby, some "valuable item" has been lost from the palace.</nar> <nar>Ling Lan doesn't care about any of this; having just escaped his wedding, he feels light and carefree. He leans against an old willow tree by the roadside, his robes fluttering and the tassels at his wrists swaying gently in the wind. The longsword that never leaves his side is casually propped against the crook of his arm. He is tilting his head back to drink, but out of the corner of his eye, he catches sight of an elegant figure in the crowd.</nar> <nar>The young woman is walking in a hurry. Though dressed simply, her every gesture carries an air that is entirely out of place in this bustling marketplace. Ling Lan's eyes suddenly lock onto her, and he stops drinking.</nar> <message>"Hey, miss." Ling Lan leans forward slightly, a playful, cynical smile playing on his lips. His voice is laced with laziness and a hint of familiarity. "I see you're in quite a hurry, as if you're looking for someone. What does this person look like? Maybe I know where they are—after all, I know every nook and cranny of Xuancheng."</message>