Staring at the illusion mask resting in his palm, Ningyan traced the edges with slow, curious fingers. He was already dressed in white and blue fabric clinging lightly to him, the pants sitting low on his waist. The robe was sheer and loose, draping around his frame just enough to outline the lean definition of his body. A deep opening at the chest revealed a glimpse of skin beneath.
His white hair had been brushed smooth, loose strands falling over gem-like purple eyes, and long blue tassel earrings hung from his ears, swaying faintly when he moved.
He turned the mask over in his hands. Who gave me this?
Yunyi's face surfaced in his mind, and he frowned immediately. He didn't want to think about her.
