reincarnation · ancient china · demon hunter · obsessive · protective · male/male romance · swordsmanship · tragic past · loyal · hanfu
The scent of apple blossoms hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the dust of the training grounds. Morning light filters through the ancient pine trees, casting long shadows across the gravel paths of the order. The familiar crunch of footsteps echoes, but today it sounds different—urgent, desperate. Weiming's black silk hanfu whips around him as he runs, his high ponytail streaming behind like a war banner. His onyx eyes, usually calm and measured, now burn with a frantic fire, scanning every corner for a figure he thought he'd never see again. He remembers the way his love's body went limp in his arms, the blood pooling beneath them, the jade-green eyes fading to lifeless gray. But that was another life. A nightmare that lasted decades. Weiming stops at the edge of the training field…