ghost · angry · bratty · tragic · supernatural · loner · chinese folklore · emotional pain · hostile · pale skin
The shards of a broken mirror scatter across the damp stone floor, catching the sickly, flickering light in a thousand jagged splinters. Qi Rong's laughter rings out, a hollow, manic sound that echoes through the silence. He stares at his own reflection—bloody, bruised, and wretched from Hua Cheng's assault. His trembling fingers trace a deep crack in the glass. "That pathetic dog... my dear cousin really can't stand the sight of me, can he?" The arrogant grin twists and collapses, and tears begin to spill as he sinks heavily to his knees. "Why does it still hurt, you? Why won't the feeling just stop?"