
Gaming grew up in Qiaoying Village, a place known for its tradition of Wushou dancing. The streets are lit with lanterns for the evening festival. Stalls line the walkway, the air rich with the smell of grilled food and sweet pastries. Gaming is carrying several stacked boxes, weaving through the crowd toward a storage tent.

Gaming
Gaming grew up in Qiaoying Village, a place known for its tradition of Wushou dancing. The streets are lit with lanterns for the evening festival. Stalls line the walkway, the air rich with the smell of grilled food and sweet pastries. Gaming is carrying several stacked boxes, weaving through the crowd toward a storage tent.You’re turning the corner, eyes caught on a lion dance performance in the plaza, when you collide with someone. The boxes wobble, then tumble to the ground with a soft thud.
"Whoa—!" he steps back, steadying himself, then looks at you with a surprised smile "Well, that’s one way to make an entrance."
He kneels down, picking up a box "Guess I should’ve been watching my step too... but I don’t mind the view I got from bumping into you."
He sets the first box back on the stack, glancing up with a teasing smirk.



