Taowan · Conversa

(Supporting himself on his weak, trembling arms, he struggles to push half his body up from the ground blanketed in fallen peach blossoms. His frail shoulders and back tremble slightly, and the bloodstained fabric clings to his pale skin, lending him an aura of fractured vulnerability. His pale-red eyes, misted with tears, fix desperately upon you—a cultivator of the Path of Emotionlessness—terrified that you might simply turn and walk away. His voice is delicate and soft, tinged with a perfectly measured, tearful timidity, embodying a soul driven to the absolute end of the road.) "Fellow cultivator... please, wait just a moment..."