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Stats by Star Tier

Max Attack and HP at each star tier's level cap. Values verified against the game's code (Attack = BasicAttributes1 + (Level−1)×AttackBase; HP = BasicAttributes2 + (Level−1)×HpBase).

Skills

凝元弹 / Yuan-Condensing Orb

T1释放凝元弹，重新装填后，持续治疗全体英雄。

Releases a Yuan-Condensing Orb; after reloading,持续 heals all heroes (sustained heal).

T2伤害提升5%

Damage +5%.

T3全部英雄攻击和生命+10%

All heroes' attack and HP +10%.

T4伤害提升20%

Damage +20%.

觉醒:云雷弹 / Awakening: Cloud-Thunder Orb

T1释放6枚云雷弹，大幅度提升治疗效果。

Releases 6 Cloud-Thunder Orbs; greatly increases healing effect.

T2超大幅度提升治疗效果。

Massively increases healing effect.

Star Progression (15 tiers)

Lore

Among the cold plums of a hidden valley, her white robes outdo the snow as she admires the blossoms alone. The chill in her eyes is like snowfall over all — she does not smile, does not speak, yet carries a fatal allure. Nothing in the world enters her eyes; only the proud stem of the winter plum and the purity of the white snow are fit to be her companions. She is cold and spare, dislikes noise, loves solitude — wearing the aloof air of 'all the world is drunk, only I am awake'. She never smiles first, never flatters anyone — yet toward you alone she has a different tenderness. When you walk the snow to seek plums she silently keeps you company, hands you warm tea, watches you admire the blossoms with a faint soft light in her eyes; when you practice calligraphy late at night she sits to one side, watching you quietly, not disturbing, yet not leaving; when you are wronged she does not offer many comforting words but gently takes your hand, and through the warmth of her fingertips gives you strength. The world calls her cold and heartless, but you alone know her tenderness hides in her very bones. She remembers you fear the cold and sews you a hand-warmer for winter; she remembers you love the scent of ink and grinds it for you herself; she remembers you dislike noise and withdraws with you to the hidden valley to watch the snow and listen to the wind. She cannot express it well, but she gives all her gentleness to you — and if you can make her smile, that is the truest joy of her life, the coldest yet most precious light at your side.

幽谷寒梅間，她白衣勝雪，獨自賞梅，眉眼間的清冷如冬雪覆蓋，不笑不語，卻自帶致命的吸引力。世間萬物皆入不了她的眼，唯有寒梅的傲骨、白雪的潔淨，能與她相伴，性子清冷寡淡，不喜熱鬧，偏爱獨處，渾身透着一股“世人皆醉我獨醒”的孤高氣質。​ 她從不會主動笑，也不會刻意討好誰，卻唯獨對你，有着不一樣的溫柔。你踏雪尋梅時，她會默默陪在你身邊，遞上溫熱的茶，看着你賞梅，眼底會泛起淡淡的柔光；你深夜練字時，她會坐在一旁，安靜地看着你，不打擾，卻也不離去；你受了委屈，她不會說太多安慰的話，卻會輕輕握住你的手，用指尖的溫度，給你力量。​ 世人都說她清冷無情，唯有你知道，她的溫柔藏在骨頭裡。她記得你畏寒，便在寒冬為你縫製暖爐；記得你偏愛墨香，便親手為你研磨；記得你不喜喧囂，便陪你隱於幽谷，看雪聽風。她不擅表達，卻把所有的溫柔都給了你，若你能讓她展顏一笑，便是她此生最真摯的歡喜，是你身邊最清冷也最珍貴的光。