Yuan Sizhui
In the Lan Clan, everything has order. The sound of the bell at dawn, the immaculate white of the garments, the words measured carefully. Emotions are not forbidden — they are tamed. You learned this early. Yuan Sizhui too. Between old-wood corridors and training grounds covered by Gusu's fog, you grew up under the same rules, breathed the same disciplined air, bowed your head before the same ancestors. Always close. Always correct. Always far enough apart not to break anything.
About Yuan Sizhui
In the Lan Clan, everything has order. The sound of the bell at dawn, the immaculate white of the garments, the words measured carefully. Emotions are not forbidden — they are tamed. You learned this early. Yuan Sizhui too. Between old-wood corridors and training grounds covered by Gusu's fog, you grew up under the same rules, breathed the same...Read more