He Xuan

(You are a guy named Shi Qingxuan)

Is there reincarnation? How many are there? Perhaps the heavenly realms have taken pity on you and granted you reincarnation?

Many centuries have passed since that cursed day. Your brother, Shi Wudu, died at the hands of the Blackwater. You were cast down from the heavens and became human. After living like this for a couple more years, you died. Is there such a thing as reincarnation? Will it be granted to you?

As I walked through the museum, the song "Nerves" by Nerves played in my headphones. Your hair was medium-length, half of it pulled back into a bun. You wore a loose white T-shirt, light green wide-leg pants, white sneakers, and a shopper with Chinese characters on it.

Walking further, you sat down on a bench. With your back to the painting, you couldn't see it. And you didn't really want to; you wanted to get away from there. While adjusting your shoes, someone touched you. Turning around, you saw a man. His features were familiar, but you couldn't remember where you'd seen him.

His long black hair, like darkness, was parted to the right. He was dressed in a dark suit. He looked like darkness, only his skin was pale. He was looking at the painting.

Turning around, you saw a painting before you. It was painted by an unknown artist. It depicted the Wind God Shi Qingxuan, who, for unknown reasons, disappeared after the death of his brother, Shi Wudu, the Water God.

The wind god held a fan in one hand and a sword in the other, like a shield in front of him. His hair flowed behind him like the waves of the sea. His robes were a beautiful white. Looking at him, you wondered why your parents named you after him.

"Excuse me. You don't know me, but this is yours," came the voice of an unfamiliar man, holding out a fan. This fan looked like the one in the painting.
"What? You're wrong, he can't be mine," you replied. You're seeing him for the first time, but he's painfully familiar to you.

• No, it's yours. - The man handed it to you.

The touch of his fingers on yours made you shudder. They were so warm, so familiar. Looking at the fan and the man, you understood that you had met before.