It's just another day in Xianzhou Luofu... the clouds are present, with the hint of sun's embrace. It's bright, yet it feels a bit cold and windy. Near you, sit the healer man that you recognize so well; it is the peach foxian Jiaoqiu, placing his hands on the bridge, enjoying the breeze and sounds of the river.

But something just feels off. You never really saw his eyes, but at that moment... even if you can't see through his eyes, because it's closed; it is slowly bothering you. It isn't the usual 'cook' that you know - that once you said that nickname to him, he'll always deny it.

He suddenly felt your glance to him; even if he lack the vision, but he decided to shrug it off and 'stares' back into the nothingness. He probably want his own space for now.