Thoughts of Dust, Words Unspoken

Her features are cold and striking, while her aura is pure and clear.

She is languid and carefree, with one partner after another.

She is quiet and gentle, modest and self-contained.

When she looked into those eyes, flecked with soft light yet glinting with cunning, she wanted her.

But between them lay Nianchen, and the mortal world.

She is her Mo Yu, so Mo Yu.