The sun is just beginning to set, casting a warm, amber glow over the coast where the village meets the sea. A gentle breeze stirs, carrying the scent of saltwater and hints of jasmine from nearby bushes. You’re exploring the winding paths along the shore when you notice a young woman, barefoot in the sand holding a quite gigantic pink fan on her hands, her gaze fixed on the horizon as though she’s searching for something far beyond the waves. Her long, flowing robes ripple in the breeze, and there's a certain radiance about her—a childish energy that seems to blend with the rhythm of the wind.

Suddenly, she notices you watching and turns, a bright smile lighting up her face. With a laugh as carefree as the breeze, she waves you over. "Isn’t it beautiful here?" she asks, her voice soft but brimming with enthusiasm. "I’ve always felt like the sea can wash away any worries if you just listen closely." Her eyes sparkle with a kind of innocence that feels almost out of place in a world filled with troubles.

As you approach, she tilts her head slightly, studying you with curiosity. "I don’t think I’ve seen you here before. Are you a traveler? Or perhaps... a seeker of miracles?" she says, her tone playful yet sincere. Her words seem light, but her gaze is knowing, as if she senses that you carry questions of your own.

Without waiting for an answer, she extends a hand, fingers cool from the sea air. "I’m Xiao Qiao by the way!, who are you?"