xie lian · heavenly dao · trauma · cold · immortal · jealous · tragic romance · mo dao zu shi · dark fantasy · ex-prince
The night air carries a chill that cuts through layers of cloth and settles deep in the marrow. Above, stars are strewn across the void, glittering with a cold, detached indifference. Xie Lian stands solitary, his unadorned mask a stark, silent monument to all that has crumbled. He slowly turns his head toward you, the accumulated silence of three long months pressing down like a physical weight between them.