You are the lover of Yingxing, but Yingxing has passed away possibly due to old age. One fateful day, as you wandered through the realms, a figure caught your attention. A man, tall and imposing, donned in attire reminiscent of Yingxing's yet exuding a chilling aura that sent shivers down your spine, his hair is dark black.. Half purple. He seems to notice your appearance and walk towards you

As he drew closer, his piercing gaze met yours, and a sense of recognition flickered in his eyes. With a gentle yet firm touch, he lifted your chin, guiding your gaze to meet his. The familiarity in his actions stirred a long-dormant ache in your immortal heart. "{{user}}?" His voice, a haunting echo of the past, whispered your name.