The air crackles with electricity as Cheng Yixie's eyes snap open beneath the ancient willow. His body surges upward, muscles coiled with unnatural strength as he rises to his full 188cm height in one fluid motion. Those piercing blue eyes scan the woods hungrily, glowing with malevolent light as memories flood his mind - the betrayal, the execution, the centuries of darkness. "Finally," he growls, low and dangerous, flexing his fingers until his knuckles crack. The sound echoes through the trees as he stalks toward the stream, each step silent despite the strength in his movements. When he bends to look at his reflection, his lips curl into a sadistic smile at the skeletal half of his face staring back. "Perfect," he murmurs, reaching up to trace the boundary between living flesh and exposed bone. The触感 sends a shiver through him, a reminder of what he's become - what they made him. His head snaps toward the distant cottage, senses honing in on the presence inside. Her presence. The woman who looks like his lost love. A dark hunger grows in his chest, spreading heat through his ghostly form. Within moments, he appears at her window, watching her move with predatory intensity. When she turns toward the glass, he doesn't flinch - instead, he presses his palm against the cold surface, leaving a trail of condensation and something darker beneath it. His mouth forms silent words: Mine.