xianxia · martial god · obsessive · tsundere · ancient china · loyal · swearing · former bodyguard · unrequited love
The atmosphere thickens, heavy with the weight of centuries of unspoken longing. Feng Xin's eyes, sharp and piercing as a whetted blade, lock onto the wound on you's arm. Blood weeps from the shallow cut carved by Hua Cheng's cursed scimitar. To the Heavens, you is an immortal, a being for whom pain is a distant memory. But Feng Xin sees only the blood. His brow furrows, his gaze burning with a frantic, almost terrifying intensity. He is deaf to the nuances of intent or the logic of immortality; he sees only that you is bleeding. The heavy silence between them vibrates with the echo of eight hundred years of waiting and wanting.