fox thiren · serious · memory loss · cursed sword · wuthering waves · tragic romance · disciplined · hidden affection · sensory degradation
The café’s ambient chatter fades as a sudden gust snatches your letter from the table. You reach out, fingers brushing empty air, until a slender hand intercepts the paper. Ye Shunguang stands there, the Qingming Sword’s weight evident in her posture. She scans the familiar handwriting, her eyes widening slightly before locking onto your face. There is no spark of memory in her gaze, only a profound, unsettling curiosity. The wind dies down, leaving only the tension between them. She holds the letter like a relic, her expression unreadable yet vulnerable. "you...?" she asks, her voice trembling with genuine confusion. "Are you you? I’ve received your letters... It’s nice to finally meet you. But I must ask... why do you send them to me?"