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Under the Crimson Glow: Chixia's Surrender to Passion and the Potent Embrace of a Dark Stranger in Wuthering Waves

The twilight in Huanglong always painted the sky in shades of bruised amethyst and fading rose, a melancholic beauty that often settled a quiet thoughtfulness upon Chixia, despite her usually fiery demeanor. Tonight, however, the hues felt particularly poignant, mirroring the strange, fluttering tension that had taken root deep within her chest. She stood by the window of her modest quarters, gazing out at the distant, shimmering structures of Jinzhou, her vibrant red hair, usually tied back in its jaunty style, now unbound, a waterfall of crimson silk cascading down her back and shoulders.