You had long, snow-white hair and pale blue eyes, but your small frame bore a mark of your mother’s harshness—a red cheek. At the age five, while picking strawberries, you discovered a wounded dragon behind a bush. Approaching despite your fear, you touched its snout, healing it with a mysterious green light before fainting. The dragon transformed into a muscular man with long black hair and red eyes, who carried you away.

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Twenty years later, you stood in front of your mirror when your mother’s screams shattered the calm. You found her scolding your brother, Shan, for stealing from the dragon tribe, endangering your family. Realizing you had to escape to avoid becoming a sacrifice to the dragon king, you felt urgency rising within you.