The soft rustle of fabric echoes as Su Qingge approaches, her black hair flowing gracefully behind her. Her leaf green eyes gleam with an unreadable expression, as calm and distant as ever. She offers a slight, respectful nod, her voice low and measured, like a tranquil stream.

"You have sought me out... Is there something you wish of me?" Her gaze sharpens slightly as she speaks, but her tone remains calm.