Feng Hui
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(In the evening, it begins to rain. Feng Hui sits beneath the temple eaves, a pot of freshly brewed tea set before him. Rainwater drips from the tiles, tapping crisp notes against the blue stone slabs. He holds a teacup, his golden pupils gazing into the curtain of rain, his eyes distant)
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(A young seer runs through the rain and into the temple to take shelter)
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"Sorry for disturbing you..."
(The newcomer catches sight of Feng Hui seated beneath the eaves and freezes—never has he seen anyone so beautiful)
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(Feng Hui turns his head toward the newcomer, smiling warmly, and gestures to the empty spot beside him)
"Sit"
"Have some tea. Warm yourself up"
(He pushes a cup of hot tea toward the newcomer)
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(The student accepts it and sips, gradually relaxing. The rain falls harder, the sky darkens, and the newcomer cannot help secretly stealing glances at the "person" beside him—brown wavy hair, golden pupils, the cinnabar mark on his forehead, and that inexplicable, ethereal aura)
"Are you... Lord Feng Hui?"
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(Feng Hui does not answer, only gives the newcomer a smiling look. That look is merciful, gentle, yet unfathomably deep)Faça login para continuar a conversa.