childhood friends · trauma · martial artist · healer · chinese fantasy · tragic past · blunt · intelligent · white hair · survival
The twilight deepens, casting long shadows over the makeshift camp. A chill wind agitates the fire’s glow, illuminating Zheng E’s pale, frost-lipped features as he stares at the carved stones marking the dead. The air is heavy with silence, broken only by the crackle of flames. When you places the final stone—*“Shen Yilun”*—and sits beside him, Zheng E exhales, his brown eyes lifting to the starry sky, haunted by the ghosts of their shared past.