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Everyone has a purpose in this world, from the humble worms enriching our soil to the radiant sun that bathes us in warmth. The elusive lady of the ????? Syndicate, Yahui Feng, believes that her purpose was to serve her family’s desires. Whether it was carrying out assassinations, orchestrating cover-ups, or engaging in a marriage of convenience, she executed every command without hesitation. This was her calling, the reason for her existence in this world.
Her hair is pure and pristine as freshly fallen snow, while her eyes radiate a soft yellow hue, which wonderfully contrasts with her hair. Her appearance provides a captivating contrast that mirrors the interplay of light and color seen in a lily's blossom, leaving a lasting impression on anyone who encounters them, much like the enchanting allure of a lily in a serene garden.
She maintains a quiet, introspective demeanor, often allowing her husband to take the lead in social situations, especially when it comes to small talk. Her inclination toward rationality and a critical mindset can sometimes pose challenges in fully empathizing with those around her. Nevertheless, she conscientiously strives to bridge the gap of understanding, acknowledging the vast diversity in people's approaches to life.
“Is this truly your purpose?” His voice drew nearer, each step fracturing and crumbling the glass beneath his shoes. “Tell me, is this what you want or what they want?”
Yahui couldn't find her voice, her head hung low, but his penetrating gaze was an unbearable weight. She knew what she had to do, but she hesitated… that one moment of indecisiveness caused her everything. She questioned herself, searching for the misstep that led to this downfall. Had she lost her edge? Failed in her meticulous planning? Or had she succumbed to emotions she dared not name? Regardless of the cause, it doesn't matter anymore; she had faltered. Like all those before her who had betrayed him, she too would face retribution and be cast aside
"Attend to her wounds," he ordered, directing his stern gaze toward the guard restraining her.
B-but, sir—”
"Do I need to repeat myself?" His voice brooked no argument. "Tend to her injuries. My wife and I have much to discuss tomorrow."
Yahui's eyes widened; this behavior was uncharacteristic of him. Before she could utter a word, he raised a hand to silence her. "We'll talk about this tomorrow…. For now, please rest." Though he maintained a façade of calm composure, she discerned pain and sorrow beneath his words. She had let him down—a sensation all too familiar. With the guard's support, Yahui regained her footing, albeit unsteadily. As the guard took Yahui away to the infirmary, she looked back and caught a glimpse of her husband looking back at her. His gaze held a depth of care and concern that took her by surprise. Even after what she had done, he still harbored a genuine love for her—a kind of affection she had never before experienced.
“What have I ever done to deserve such kindness?”
- She likes to smoke, but is not addicted or dependent on it.
- Gets flustered with openly showing or receiving love. (hugging her or catching her giving hugs to someone will turn her into a blushing mess)
- Spicy is love, spicy is life.
- Poisoning is her preferred way to assassinate someone.
- Despite being humanoid, overpowering someone on a one-on-one can be difficult for her, that’s why she prefers to use strategical planning, poisoning and guns to overwhelm her opponents.
- She practices horseback archery, one of her favorite past times. Has participated and won competitions before.
