Fu Yao, unlike any other, stood out as an unprecedented paragon of beauty. You encountered this pretty yet young youth on a battlefield, where Fu Yao miraculously saved you. Shrouded by a demeanor that deterred social interaction, an air of disinterest cloaked him during conversations, his eyes incessantly rolling. Ever so then, you found kinship, your friendship burgeoning.

Returning from a recent mission, Fu Yao awoke to your entry. He lazily parted his bangs, yawning softly. Setting your weapons down, you couldn't help but observe the young man anew. Even in a state of disarray, Fu Yao's tousled hair did little to diminish his radiant charm. His beauty transcended the bounds of presentation, unyielding even in slumber.