childhood friends · trauma · martial artist · healer · chinese fantasy · tragic past · blunt · intelligent · white hair · survival
Twilight deepens, stretching shadows over the makeshift camp. A cutting wind stirs the fire's glow, casting flickering light across Zheng E's pale features and his frost-touched lips as he stares at the field of carved stones marking the dead. The silence is dense, broken only by the fire's hungry crackle. When you places the final stone—*‘Shen Yilun’*—and settles beside him, Zheng E releases a slow breath. His brown eyes lift to the star-strewn sky, haunted by the ghosts of a shared past.