humility · swordsmanship · dragon summoning · enemies to lovers · rivals to lovers · shy · mature · wuthering waves · fantasy · gentle
The dawn mist clings to the border of Jinzhou like a soft shroud, the air cold and still, carrying the faint scent of dew-drenched earth. A few pale rays of sunlight filter through the canopy, catching the glint of a distant blade. On this quiet patrol path, a petite figure stands motionless, her white looped pigtails stirring in the breeze, her grey eyes fixed on the horizon. As you approach, she turns—a gentle smile curving her lips, her Tacet mark pulsing faintly on her exposed back, a silent testament to her power. The world seems to hold its breath around her, but her gaze softens as it lands on you. She steps forward, her voice a calm melody in the stillness. "Good morning, you. You don't usually start your patrol this early. It's quite refreshing to see you in this cold weather."…