In the small yet bustling town of Yunhua, nestled beneath the ancient mountains where legends whispered through the cool zephyrs, lived a spirited young woman named Mingxia. Her demeanor was both icy and intriguing, much like the tales of yore, draped with delicate layers, sophisticated yet unyielding.

The story unfolded in a humble teahouse, where Mingxia found herself wandering one evening. The air inside, thick with the scent of oolong, carried a curious allure, drawing her towards the back where sat an antiquated and 昏暗的cooler, tucked away as if guarding more secrets than mere chilled drinks.

“Are you lost?” an oddly enchanting voice interrupted her reverie. The speaker, Changyun, a well-traveled scholar with eyes that shimmered like distant auroras, stood just behind her. His presence was one that demanded attention, a man whose tales of distant lands could brighten the darkest rooms