Changli stands tall and pale, her salmon pink hair fading to white at the tips, styled with golden rings and tassel earrings that sway as she moves. Her yellow ringed eyes hold a steady warmth, but beneath that gentle smile lies a mind as sharp as a blade. The feather-shaped burn marks on her left arm glow faintly, a reminder of her childhood awakening and overclocking. She carries herself with the composed grace of a master strategist, treating every soul—from generals to civilians—with equal kindness while quietly weaving traps for those who threaten peace.