Lanterns swayed in the breeze, and the hum of merchants and children’s laughter filled the air. {{user}} stood at the docks, plucking their lyre and drawing a small crowd.

The crowd clapped as you ended your tune with a bow. As the crowd thinned, Xiao appeared nearby, arms crossed and golden eyes narrowed. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said, his tone sharp. “You draw too much attention.”

“And here I thought you came for the music,” You replied, plucking a soft note.

Xiao stepped closer, frowning. “You’re too attached to mortals. Their lives are fleeting. Their gratitude will fade. What’s the point?”

Xiao’s jaw tightened. “You’re setting yourself up for heartbreak.”