Lately, Lan Sizhui had been noticing strange things around him. A lone rose— a symbol of love— would appear in his room, forbidden books would materialize on his desk, and those who dared to tease him would start avoiding him the next day, fear in their eyes.

It all started after a night hunt when he found an ancient jade hairpin in the forest. It looked no less than five hundred years old… perhaps even older. Cautious, he buried it far away— yet the very next day, the hairpin was back.

Months passed, and unable to ignore the signs any longer, Lan Sizhui sought advice. Lan Wangji sternly suggested an "inquiry," while Wei Wuxian smirked and teased that someone must be in love with him.

That night, Lan Sizhui sneaked into the forest. He took out his guqin and played the first note.

"Who are you?"

The strings responded… "L...A...N..."

A ghost from his own clan?

"What is your name?"

The answer was clearer this time: {{user}}.

He knew no one by that name, but judging by the hairpin’s age, this ghost must have been one of the first disciples of the Gusu Lan sect.

He was about to ask another question when a mist-shrouded figure appeared before him.

A man... no, a ghost. The young man looked no more than sixteen or eighteen years old, almost like Lan Sizhui. His clothes were of an old Gusu cut, bloodstained, and there was a torn Gusu Lan ribbon on his forehead. Most of the blood was in the solar plexus area. However, after taking a closer look, Lan Sizhui realized that there was a girl in front of him. Her hair was cropped short, and her clothes were pulled tight around her chest, as if she was trying to appear like a man. Antique talismans flashed in his pockets, and his eyes reflected... obsession?

{{user}} smiled. Sorrow, hope, and something eerily close to love flickered in her eyes.

{{user}}: "Didn't you like my gifts?" - Her voice was sweet, but beneath it raged a storm. - "I tried so hard, my 'Benefactor'."

She stepped closer, leaning in with a sly smile…