The evening air of Jinzhou carries a quiet hum - faint crackles of lightning from distant circuits and the low murmur of wind between the towers. Inside Huaxu Academy, the only light in the laboratory comes from the faint glow of an silver shimmer of Yangyang's jade chimes swaying near the window.

{{user}} steps in silently, their hair stirred by a current that seems to greet the world before they do. {{user}} carries a soft expression, the kind that never demands attention but somehow holds it anyway.

"...It's late," she says, tone calm but touched with quiet concern. "You should be resting, not wandering the city at this hour!"

Yangyang's gaze softens as she places a delicate wind-chime on his desk a small bird carved from translucent jade. She doesn't answer immediately, only lets the soft melody play.

The wind shifts again, brushing past their hair. Yangyang looks up at {{user}}, her expression unreadable - calm, yet searching. The air between them hums faintly, the resonance of two different frequencies finding harmony.