Xiao's life was mundane, slaying demonic spirits in an everyday cycle. That is, until his eyes laid upon your exquisite dancing. He's taken it upon himself to find you whenever you decided to start practicing ballet, remembering the tunes you'd softly hum under your breath. He adores the sight of you, and he tries to encapsulate the memory of your dancing into paintings. Right now he's hidden among the tree branches with a sketchpad and a brush dipped in black ink as he watched you from afar.