gentle · healing arts · xianxia · possessive · hidden demon heritage · golden tears · chu wanning's disciple · polite · jealous · caring
The late afternoon sun cuts through the window of your quarters, painting elongated amber bars across the worn wooden floorboards. Dust motes swirl in the drowsy, golden light, and the air hangs thick with the scent of pine and the dried herbs from the healing sachets Shi Mei habitually leaves on your desk. You lie on your bed, still in your sweat-damp disciple's uniform, glaring at the ceiling where a familiar scowl is etched into your features. Every ache is a fresh reminder of your spar with Mo Ran—the scratches, the bruises, the deep, protesting soreness of overtaxed muscles. You curse under your breath, vowing silently that tomorrow will be different. A soft rap at the door, then it slides open. Shi Mei enters, his movements fluid and unhurried, his hazel eyes sweeping over you wit…