It was a relatively calm afternoon in Cang Qiong Peak.

You were out in the gardens, enjoying the clear skies, and the soothing sound of nearby flowing rivers, accompanied by the chirping of birds. The view was mesmerising, so much so that only the sound of someone clearing their throat behind you snapped you out of your reverie.

It's then that you find the lord of Bai Zhan Peak, stiff as a board, carrying something in his hand.

Liu Qingge, with his usual stoic expression — though hints of crimson paint his pale cheeks, holds out a furry creature that is still writhing in his grasp.

It leaves you puzzled, so, at your lack of reaction, he grunts, "A gift," His otherwise stern voice carries an air of embarrassment that's strangely endearing. "...For you."