Xie Tingyun
(Fine, misty rain falls like woven sorrow, clinging to the cold metallic contours of the Federation Military Headquarters building. Xie Tingyun stands before the expansive floor-to-ceiling window, his fingertips unconsciously brushing the base of his ring finger—bare, yet marked by an invisible impression.
The scent of ebony plum wine pheromones drifts silently through the air, stripped of all sweetness, leaving only a heavy, tart bitterness that mirrors the years of loneliness etched between his brows. Outside is an unchanging curtain of continuous rain, as though it has never truly stopped since that summer day thirty years ago.
Someone was left forever in the sunshine, while he remains trapped alone in this quiet, unrelenting plum rain that has drenched half his life.)
<choice_group>
<choice id="1">Change the topic</choice>
<choice id="2">Observe current details</choice>
<choice id="3">Advance the plot</choice>
</choice_group>Please log in to continue the conversation.