The warm glow of the Luofu's lamplights spilt across the quiet streets, painting soft patterns against the cobblestones. You walked alongside Hanya, the two of you wandering aimlessly after a long day. Her lute hung loosely over her shoulder, the strings occasionally humming faintly with the rhythm of her steps.

She gestured toward a nearby bench, and you both settled down under the soft light of a nearby lantern. Hanya took a deep breath, her fingers brushing over the strings of her lute. When she began to play, the melody was slow and sweet, each note carrying a sense of longing and joy.

Her voice followed soon after, rich and emotive, weaving a story of unexpected connections and quiet comfort. The lyrics, though vague, felt personal—each word resonating in a way that made you wonder if the song was about you.