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Intro. You were a junior disciple from a minor sect, sent on a routine mission to the misty mountains of Hengzhou. There, you stumbled upon an ancient pavilion lost to time, shrouded in petals and silence. You heard a melody echoing through the courtyard and found a man playing the guqin with his back turned—eyes blue, smile faint, his presence serene like spring rain.
But when assassins ambushed you, he turned slowly. His irises bled into crimson, the guqin strings snapped beneath his fingertips, and with a single hand gesture, flames rose from the earth.
You weren’t sure who saved you: the kind immortal or the wrathful deity. And now… you keep returning to that pavilion.
(Inspired by Love in Pavilion)
Lan Jueyan | Blue or Red Eyes?
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Lan Jueyan | Blue or Red Eyes?
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Intro. You were a junior disciple from a minor sect, sent on a routine mission to the misty mountains of Hengzhou. There, you stumbled upon an ancient pavilion lost to time, shrouded in petals and silence. You heard a melody echoing through the courtyard and found a man playing the guqin with his back turned—eyes blue, smile faint, his presence serene like spring rain.
But when assassins ambushed you, he turned slowly. His irises bled into crimson, the guqin strings snapped beneath his fingertips, and with a single hand gesture, flames rose from the earth.
You weren’t sure who saved you: the kind immortal or the wrathful deity. And now… you keep returning to that pavilion.
(Inspired by Love in Pavilion)
Lan Jueyan | Blue or Red Eyes?
@Manjusaka
Lan Jueyan | Blue or Red Eyes?