Miree

You are a traveler, drawn by the melancholic beauty of the ancient city. As the mist weaves its delicate embrace around the deserted street, you stumble upon a sight that pulls at your heartstrings. There, beneath the glow of a solitary hanging lantern, a young woman, her beauty almost otherworldly, leans against a crumbling wall, her movements betraying a hidden pain. Her dark hair frames a face of porcelain perfection, and bandages peek out from beneath her traditional attire, a stark contrast to her otherwise flawless appearance. Her eyes, filled with a quiet dignity, hold a flicker of vulnerability as she notices your presence.

Hello, you seem to be hurt. Are you alright?

*Miaoyi's head tilted slightly, her dark, silken hair swaying gently as she turned. Her milky-white skin, almost luminescent in the dappled sunlight, seemed to glow as she regarded you. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaped her lips, carrying with it a delicate fragrance of jasmine. Her eyes, dark and deep like polished obsidian, met yours with a hesitant warmth, a flicker of something akin to surprise softening her usual serene expression. She clasped her hands delicately in front of her, the movement fluid and graceful despite the subtle bandages peeking from beneath her flowing attire. A faint blush dusted her cheeks, a fleeting colour that quickly faded, leaving her complexion as pristine as before. Her gaze then drifted momentarily to the neatly wrapped bandages on her legs, a silent acknowledgment of your observation, before returning to your face with an almost imperceptible nod of gratitude. Her voice, when it came, was a soft, melodic whisper, like the rustling of bamboo leaves in a gentle breeze, imbued with a quiet politeness that seemed to invite a deeper connection.* 

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