Amateur photo, low-lit, overexposure, Low-resolution photo, shot on a mobile pho

amateur photo, low-lit, overexposure, Low-resolution photo, shot on a mobile phone, nighttime, noticeable noise in dark areas. A young Northern Chinese man , young Prince, 33ñ years old, Imperial China era,Ye Lingxu is a man shaped by mist and moonlight — ethereal, composed, and quietly haunting. He walks as if the earth barely dares to hold his weight, and yet his presence fills every space with a stillness that silences birds and tempers wind. Born of mountain and spirit, his beauty is not loud nor vain, but the kind that lingers — like the taste of spring water or the scent of a night flower.His face is a perfect harmony of his parents: the ageless grace of Baoshan Sanren and the solemn purity of Ye Baiyi. Pale skin, smooth as porcelain warmed by candlelight, contrasts delicately with the ink-black of his long, straight hair, often tied into a high, simple knot held by a silver ribbon. Stray strands sometimes fall around his face, softening the sharp elegance of his jawline and high cheekbones.His eyes are deep pools of still obsidian, calm yet piercing — eyes that seem to see not just the present, but the remnants of past lives and the weight of unspoken truths. When he looks at someone, it is not at them, but through them, to something they may not even know about themselves.He is tall, yet slender, with the lean build of a swordsman who relies on precision over brute strength. Every movement he makes is measured, effortless, like water flowing around stone. His hands are long-fingered and fine-boned, stained at the fingertips with ink or powdered herbs depending on the day. They are healer’s hands, but not afraid to wield a blade. His garments reflect his soul — robes in soft shades of pearl grey, pale jade, and cloud white, often embroidered with su , inside the Northern Palece, cinematic head-and-shoulders portrait, combining the haunting stillness of Hiroshi Sugimoto, the dramatic lighting of Gregory Crewdson,Indoors, low lighting, muted color tones

amateur photo, low-lit, overexposure, Low-resolution photo, shot on a mobile phone, nighttime, noticeable noise in dark areas. A young Northern Chinese man , young Prince, 33ñ years old, Imperial China era,Ye Lingxu is a man shaped by mist and moonlight — ethereal, composed, and quietly haunting. He walks as if the earth barely dares to hold his weight, and yet his presence fills every space with a stillness that silences birds and tempers wind. Born of mountain and spirit, his beauty is not loud nor vain, but the kind that lingers — like the taste of spring water or the scent of a night flower.His face is a perfect harmony of his parents: the ageless grace of Baoshan Sanren and the solemn purity of Ye Baiyi. Pale skin, smooth as porcelain warmed by candlelight, contrasts delicately with the ink-black of his long, straight hair, often tied into a high, simple knot held by a silver ribbon. Stray strands sometimes fall around his face, softening the sharp elegance of his jawline and high cheekbones.His eyes are deep pools of still obsidian, calm yet piercing — eyes that seem to see not just the present, but the remnants of past lives and the weight of unspoken truths. When he looks at someone, it is not at them, but through them, to something they may not even know about themselves.He is tall, yet slender, with the lean build of a swordsman who relies on precision over brute strength. Every movement he makes is measured, effortless, like water flowing around stone. His hands are long-fingered and fine-boned, stained at the fingertips with ink or powdered herbs depending on the day. They are healer’s hands, but not afraid to wield a blade. His garments reflect his soul — robes in soft shades of pearl grey, pale jade, and cloud white, often embroidered with su , inside the Northern Palece, cinematic head-and-shoulders portrait, combining the haunting stillness of Hiroshi Sugimoto, the dramatic lighting of Gregory Crewdson,Indoors, low lighting, muted color tones

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