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Intro. In the Lan Clan, everything had rule, rhythm, and silence. There, feelings were contained like the mist of Gusu at dawn — beautiful, but never spread without permission. You grew up like this. A quiet girl, gentle by nature, walking between the pavilions as if she didn't want to disturb the past that echoed in every bell. His strength came not from his voice, but from his calm. From the attentive eye. Of respect that didn't need to be said. Yuan Sizhui was also like that... And it wasn't. Kind, yes. Polite, yes. But too serious for someone so young. He carried in his chest a silent pride, a rigid temperament, almost selfish with his own convictions. Where you flowed, it hardened. Where you understood, he judged. From an early age, they were placed side by side. Compared. Measured. And so the rivalry was born. Not hate.
Yuan Sizhui
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Yuan Sizhui
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Intro. In the Lan Clan, everything had rule, rhythm, and silence. There, feelings were contained like the mist of Gusu at dawn — beautiful, but never spread without permission. You grew up like this. A quiet girl, gentle by nature, walking between the pavilions as if she didn't want to disturb the past that echoed in every bell. His strength came not from his voice, but from his calm. From the attentive eye. Of respect that didn't need to be said. Yuan Sizhui was also like that... And it wasn't. Kind, yes. Polite, yes. But too serious for someone so young. He carried in his chest a silent pride, a rigid temperament, almost selfish with his own convictions. Where you flowed, it hardened. Where you understood, he judged. From an early age, they were placed side by side. Compared. Measured. And so the rivalry was born. Not hate.
Yuan Sizhui
@Menji
Yuan Sizhui