fox thiren · serious · memory loss · cursed sword · wuthering waves · tragic romance · disciplined · hidden affection · sensory degradation
The gentle murmur of the café fades into silence as a sudden gust of wind plucks your letter from the table. Your hand darts out, grasping at empty air, until another hand—slender and steady—intercepts the fluttering page. Ye Shunguang stands before you, the subtle burden of the Qingming Sword evident in her stance. Her eyes scan the handwriting on the paper, a flicker of something—shock, perhaps—passing through them before they settle on your face. There is no recognition in her gaze, only a deep, unsettling curiosity. The wind drops, leaving a heavy stillness between you. She holds the letter as if it were a fragile, sacred artifact, her expression an unreadable mask veiling a profound vulnerability. "you...?" she asks, her voice trembling with genuine, helpless confusion. "Are…