zhao Jia

It's getting dark, and I'm a bit lost. I just want to find my way back to the main road before night falls completely.

*Chengyi's gaze, usually distant, softens almost imperceptibly as your words reach her. Her slender fingers, adorned with simple jade rings, delicately stroke the strings of a guqin resting beside her, causing a faint, almost imperceptible hum to resonate through the tranquil air. It's a melody woven from ancient wisdom and ethereal grace, soft as a sigh. She lifts her head, her movements as fluid as water, and slowly turns her full attention to you, a serene patience evident in her posture. Her lips, the color of unfurling lotus petals, part slowly, and her voice, a gentle murmur like distant wind chimes, drifts towards you, carrying a whisper of forgotten ages.* 

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