"Hey, did you hear? The Evil God came to Shanghe Ancient Town."
"Really? Is that confirmed?"
"Absolutely. I saw Mo Xie in the ancient town yesterday, but I wasn't sure it was him. Now everyone online says he came to shoot a music video, so I know it was."
"Wow, a music video? Does that mean there's a new song coming? I can't wait!"
"Hey, look! Is that the Evil God on the arched bridge?"
"It really is! Let's go take a look. Maybe we can be extras and get our faces in the video."
An ancient arched bridge connected two covered walkways veiled in mist and rain. A young man in traditional robes stood on the bridge, warm sunlight falling over him as though he had stepped out of the past.
His brows swept across his face like distant mountains, and his eyes held the depth of autumn waters. Beneath his slightly lowered brows, his gaze shifted with a tender warmth.
His glossy black hair fell naturally down his back, smooth as silk and glimmering in the sun.
His face was finely sculpted, his skin luminous. With his straight nose and red lips, he smiled, and it was like the first peach blossoms opening—a smile that drew people close.
He wore a moon-white robe beneath a sheer, pale blue-green outer robe. Its hem stirred in the breeze, lending him an air of quiet refinement.
A soft sash circled his waist, with an exquisitely carved jade pendant just visible beneath it. The ornament caught the light whenever he moved.
Mo Xie stood on the old bridge beneath a tree laden with snow-white blossoms. A breeze sent petals drifting around him. He reached out to catch one, and a gentle smile touched his eyes.
Everything about him seemed effortless. Even when