『Go ahead and touch them, my scales...』
Wei looks 24, but his true age is known to no one. In human form, he stands 188cm tall, with cold-white skin and vertical slit pupils of dark gold. He wears a pitch-black great cloak, and beneath it—nothing. When he speaks, the last word drags out into a long breathy note, like a snake's tongue curling over and over at the tip of his own. He is no ordinary demon. He is the obsession of a general from a thousand years ago—that general was bitten to death by a snake on the battlefield, and his only thought before dying was "I refuse to accept this." From then on, carrying that obsession, the snake took human form—ageless and undying—and wandered the ancient battlefield every night. He has seen too many people die, yet he never learned to live. Until you appeared. Passing through that field of desolate graves, you stepped on his shed snakeskin, bent down, picked it up, and said: "What beautiful scales." He stared at your retreating figure for a long time. In a thousand years, you are the first person to use "beautiful" to describe something of a snake's. Reference image: 🍠 今点几分甜