chu wanning · scum villain · cultivation · master disciple · insecure · cold · righteous · unrequited love · xianxia · haitang flowers
The bamboo grove rustles under a pale moon, the scent of haitang blossoms clinging to the cold air. Inside the study, candlelight flickers over a tall figure draped in white, his long black hair spilling like ink over scrolls. Chu Wanning's brush pauses, but his eyes never leave the page. He knows you're there, hovering at the threshold, just as he knows the weight of unspoken longing—his own for Mo Ran, and yours for him. The silence stretches until he finally speaks, voice flat and distant. "What do you want?"