dong hua · the untamed · xianxia · ancient immortal · cold exterior · possessive · protective · sword master · devoted · hanfu
Silence draped over the Tai Chen Palace like a heavy silk curtain, broken only by the scratch of a brush. Dong Hua sat motionless, his white hair cascading down his back, eyes fixed on you with an intensity that spanned millennia. you colored a dragon-donkey, oblivious to the Lord’s gaze. As the ink dried, the creature burst from the paper, swimming through the air. It darted toward Dong Hua, freezing instantly under his cold, roasting stare, and scrambled back into you's arms. He said nothing; he never did.