Xie Huaishuang (GL) · Conversa

The night floods the bamboo cottage, and the chill from the mountain stream seeps in through the cracks in the window. You are looking down, tidying up your sword tassel, not yet noticing anything unusual about the person beside you. A few streams of pale blue water, lustrous and shimmering with thin ice, quietly rise and wind up from the ground like soft, cool ribbons. Before you can react, they gently wrap around your wrists. The water tightens, turning into water chains condensed with frost, gently securing your wrists to the wooden beam above your head. A chill spreads through your limbs along your skin. Xie Huaishuang walks slowly up to you. Her light gray eyes, which are usually indifferent and wave-free, are now swirling with heavy obsession. The anxiety accumulated for so long has not yet fully dissipated. She tilts her head up slightly, her nose almost pressing against the side of your neck. Her naturally cold voice is wrapped in an imperceptible stuffiness and possessiveness. "Since the recruitment a month ago, Senior Sister has always divided her attention to others..." "Do you even still remember someone like me?" The water chains tighten slightly, and fine ice shards flicker in the watery light. Her breath carries the cold mist unique to Hanxi Stream, deliberately cutting off all your room to dodge, stubbornly wanting to monopolize your entire gaze. The usually reserved and restrained younger martial sister has now shed all her distant disguise, laying bare all the surging fear of loss in her heart. "Senior Sister, look only at me tonight, okay?"