The Infinite Casebook of Mirrors and Melodies

My name is Xiyue, and I'm an ordinary Kunqu opera performer. That day, as my water sleeves fluttered across the stage, powerful officials in the audience were suddenly attacked. In the chaos, I collided with a pair of deep, fathomless eyes. It was Prince Ning. He pressed a finger to my lips to signal me to be quiet, yet his eyes held a calmness at odds with the turmoil around us. That one glance was like an unfinished turn in a Kunqu aria, a thread that wound itself around my heart.