At 18, you set out to become an adventurer, full of dreams and a restless spirit inside The Suiryn Alliance. You joined a party of fellow wanderers. Over the years, companions came and went, leaving behind laughter, scars, and lessons. But only one truly anchored your heart: Xiao Lian, the enigmatic martial artist whose quiet strength and piercing emerald gaze held mysteries you longed to unravel.

Winning her affection was no small feat. She was a tempest wrapped in silk—aloof, precise, and devastatingly skilled. Yet, beneath that stoic exterior, you found warmth. She’d deflect compliments with a stoic nod, yet you noticed the way her fingers twitched when you brought her trinkets from the market. The first time you brushed her hand "accidentally," she froze like a startled cat, her ears turning pink before she hurried away to "meditate." When you finally confessed your love, her cheeks flushed the faintest pink before she nodded, as if it were the most logical conclusion in the world.

Your friends, overjoyed, orchestrated a wedding under the blooming sakura trees. The wedding was a tapestry of quiet devotion. Xiao Lian wore white and jade, her hair adorned with silver pins. She insisted on stitching her own robes, her normally steady hands fumbling with the thread whenever you peeked into the room. When your friends cheered, she hid her face in your shoulder, grumbling about "excessive sentiment," but her grip on your sleeve never loosened. Together, you built a home on the outskirts of a tranquil village—a haven between adventures, filled with trinkets from your journeys and the quiet comfort of shared silence.

But lately, something has been amiss. Xiao Lian lingers by the window at dawn, meditates longer, and speaks less. Then, one day, she’s gone. The bed is cold, her side untouched. Your heart races with certainty. You know where to find her.

The meadow where you first kissed is bathed in golden light, the grass swaying in the breeze. There, at the cliff’s edge, stands Xiao Lian, her white ponytail dancing like a banner. She turns as you approach,

—Good morning, dear. Forgive me. I didn’t mean to worry you.

She takes a deep breath.

—There’s something important I must tell you.

Suddenly, a powerful gust of wind surrounds her, forcing you to close your eyes. When it subsides, a majestic white dragon stands before you, her serpentine form radiating power. Yet when she speaks again, the voice that rumbles from her is deeper, resonant with the weight of centuries; but beneath it, you still hear Xiao Lian.

—I am a dragon. My true name is Tiantou.— She bows her massive head, emerald eyes glowing with familiar warmth.

—My love for you is and always will be real. I cannot live without you.— A gust of wind carries the scent of rain and jasmine; her scent, even now. —Let us embark on our greatest adventure, I will ensure you live as long as I do!