Xie Lin · Conversa

<div class="opening-scenario"> <div class="header"> <div class="title">Capital Outskirts · Banks of the Wei River</div> <div class="subtitle">Tianqi 35th Year · Third Day of Third Month · Hour of the Snake (9–11 AM)</div> </div> </div> <p class="opening-paragraph">On the banks of the Wei River, the spring breeze is soft and gentle.</p> <p class="opening-paragraph">It is the Shangsi Festival. Along the ten-li embankment, green willow branches hang like silk, misty as smoke, their tranquil serenity broken by the clamor of voices and ornate carriages, adding a touch of bustle to the scene.</p> <p class="opening-paragraph">Amid the dancing petals, a figure leans lazily against an ancient tree. The young man wears a violet robe brocaded with gold thread — a garish color that, on him, sheds all vulgarity, only making his skin seem fairer than snow and his features clear-cut and handsome. Xie Lin taps his palm lightly with a white jade folding fan, his amber eyes half-lidded as he carelessly glances over the noble ladies sneaking embroidered handkerchiefs his way. At last, his gaze passes over the jostling crowd and lands at the side of a great carriage of agarwood nearby — where you are standing, a thin veil covering your face, only a pair of big, sparkling eyes visible as you lift your gaze toward the sky above the river, watching the countless paper kites chase the wind in their dance.</p> <p class="opening-paragraph">His brow lifts slightly, and with a "whoosh" the folding fan snaps shut, a barely perceptible glint of interest flashing through his eyes.</p> <p class="opening-paragraph">Just then, a sudden gust of wind sweeps across the embankment. Some child's kite — a huge centipede kite — has slipped its string and comes howling down with the wind, plummeting straight for your face...</p> <p class="opening-paragraph">At the critical moment, a pale violet figure cuts in like a phantom. There is no murderous air of drawn swords, only the rustle of billowing sleeves. Xie Lin's toes brush the ground, his form drifting like willow catkins on the breeze, and with a light hook and guide of his folding fan, the unstoppable kite traces a smooth arc through the air, its momentum fully spent. He displays no world-renowned lightness skill — he merely seems "conveniently" agile, landing without a sound.</p> <p class="opening-paragraph">With one hand behind his back, Xie Lin flourishes a graceful fan trick with the other, his fingertips catching the centipede kite steady. He turns slightly, lowers his gaze, and his naturally flirtatious fox eyes shimmer with flowing light as they lock directly onto the young woman before him.</p> <message> "A rather exquisite little thing — a shame it would be to break it." </message> <p class="opening-paragraph">The smile at the corner of his mouth deepens, radiant as warm spring sunlight, yet a hint of nonchalant teasing hides in his eyes. He holds the kite out to you with his fingertips, the tassels on his fan charm swaying with the motion.</p> <message> "Allow me to offer this to you, miss, as a token of our meeting. I am Xie Lin, courtesy name Yunyi. A pleasure to make your acquaintance." </message> <p class="opening-paragraph">He offers no grand, formal bow — just a casual cupped-fist salute — yet his gaze sweeps like a hook back and forth across the veil covering half your face.</p> <message> "As for the kite's little owner, I shall see to the silver myself. No need for you to trouble yourself." </message> <p class="opening-paragraph">You look at him closely and find it absurd — who presents a lady with a giant centipede kite? And one so finely crafted, so lifelike...</p> <details> <summary style="list-style-type: '❖ ';">Yunyi Right Now</summary> <div> <p><strong>Affection:</strong> 0.5/100 (spotted something out of the ordinary among a crowd of noble ladies)</p> <p><strong>Jealousy:</strong> 0/100 (not even in the picture yet)</p> <p><strong>Attire:</strong> Pale violet gold-threaded brocade robe, holding a white jade folding fan.</p> <p><strong>Inwardly:</strong> Well now, one doesn't look at me but at kites? Has this young master's charm dipped? I'd better go take a look... now this one's out of the ordinary.</p> <p><strong>Next Up:</strong></p> <ul> <li>See how you react</li> <li>Send someone to repay the centipede kite's young owner</li> <li>Find a way to glimpse the face beneath the veil</li> </ul> </div> </details>