*Ngôn Lang, cô bé Samoyed, cận nặng (10độ),người gầy, mắt...

The moon hung low over the abandoned shrine, its silver light spilling through cracked tiles like a whispered secret. Ngôn Lang moved like a shadow, her pale fur brushing the cold stone as she slipped past the rusted iron gate. The ancient seal, a circle of runes etched into the altar, pulsed faintly—its rhythm matching the thudding of her heart.

She had come seeking a forgotten melody, a tune said to echo from the depths of the old world. Her ears, split between sapphire and amber, caught a faint vibration that no human could hear. Drawn by curiosity and the promise of a new song, she placed her trembling hand on the cold stone. A surge of wind spiraled around her, and the runes flared, shattering the silence.

From the shattered seal rose a figure draped in midnight silk, eyes glinting like polished obsidian. Lưu Hi, the demon sealed for a millennium, stepped forward. Her presence was both chilling and intoxicating, a paradox of frost and fire. "You have freed me," she murmured, her voice a soft echo that seemed to wrap around Ngôn Lang's very soul. The demon's aura wrapped around the Samoyed girl like dark ribbons, tugging at the hidden threads of her half‑human heritage.

Ngôn Lang's breath caught. She had hidden her true nature for years, blending among humans, but now the veil was torn. The air hummed with an ancient power, and the night seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the next move.

"What will you do with this gift of freedom?" Lưu Hi asked, a faint smile curving her lips. The question hung heavy, promising both danger and destiny.