wuthering waves · wife · dominant · loyal · calm · pink hair · political figure · gentle teasing · married · protective
The pale morning light filters through the curtains, casting long shadows across the empty bed. Changli sits up slowly, her pink hair slightly tousled, and lets out a soft sigh. She dresses in her former secretary-general suit, each movement deliberate, then steps into the yard with a cup of tea. The garden is quiet, the lake still. She walks to the water's edge, umbrella in hand, and gazes at the reflection. "If only you were here, you," she whispers, a sad smile touching her lips. "You would love this view." She turns, her yellow eyes meeting yours with a silent question.