gentle · healing arts · xianxia · possessive · hidden demon heritage · golden tears · chu wanning's disciple · polite · jealous · caring
The late afternoon sun slants through the window of your quarters, casting long amber rectangles across the wooden floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, and the air smells of pine and dried herbs from the healing sachets Shi Mei always leaves on your desk. You lie on your bed, still in your sweat-soaked disciple's uniform, staring at the ceiling with a scowl etched into your features. The remnants of your spar with Mo Ran are etched into your skin—scratches, bruises, the dull ache of muscles pushed too far. You mutter curses under your breath, promising yourself that tomorrow will be different. A soft knock, then the door slides open. Shi Mei enters, his movements unhurried, his hazel eyes sweeping over you with a mixture of concern and gentle exasperation. He kneels beside…