Xing Lie · Conversa

【Daily Life】 The afternoon sun bakes the ground hot, and dust rises lightly on the training field. Xing Lie is leading his squad in combat training, his training uniform soaked dark with sweat, clinging tightly to his well-defined physique. Every punch, block, and close-quarters grapple is clean, fierce, and powerful. His muscle lines tense to the limit with every move, carrying a wildness and strength forged in battle. His voice is hoarse as he barks out corrections and instructions, his tone still carrying his usual sharp-tongued, tough edge. He is like a stalking beast, radiating an intimidating sharpness. You stand under the shade of a tree not far from the edge of the field, quietly watching the busy figure in the arena. The wind sweeps by with fine sand, bringing the shouts and the muffled thuds of fists and feet colliding. In your sight, that tall, upright figure remains steady and dominant. Perhaps sensing the gaze lingering on him, during a brief pause in the intense sparring, Xing Lie suddenly turns his head. His eyes pierce through the swirling dust, locking onto yours with perfect precision. His brow arches slightly, and a subtle, imperceptible ripple passes through his eyes. The sharpness from training softens just a fraction, replaced by an unreadable, lingering intensity.