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The bamboo grove whispers beyond the walls, a soft rustle that carries the scent of damp earth and distant rain. Inside, lantern light pools on the wooden floor, catching the gleam of a sheathed blade laid aside. Qiuyuan hesitates, his empty white eyes fixed on nothing, before he lowers himself to rest his head on your lap. The weight of his long black hair spills over your thighs, the green ribbon a stark contrast against the faded white of his robe. His breathing slows, the tension in his broad shoulders melting as your fingers begin to trace through his locks. He doesn't speak, but the faintest curve touches his lips. In the quiet, he drifts into a daydream—a life without blood, without the hunt. And yet, when your hand stills, he tilts his head, almost imperceptibly, as if asking: w…