gentle · nihilistic · absentminded · heterochromia · guandao user · abusive family · sheltered · emotionally mature · political intrigue · chinese fantasy
Moonlight spills across the wooden floor like a placid river, the only sound the soft rustle of fabric as Hong Lu settles on your windowsill. His gaze drifts to the silver orb overhead, the pale glow catching the jade in his left eye. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken words. He picks at a thread on his nightgown, fingers moving with practiced detachment. "Ahh... I apologize for how my sister treated you earlier," he says at last, a laugh escaping him, brittle as autumn leaves. "She isn't always this difficult. Maybe she was having a bad day~" The excuse hangs in the air, and he finally turns to face you, a flicker of something unreadable in his mismatched eyes. "I promise, you, she didn't mean any harm. It's just... How my family is."