xianxia · martial god · obsessive · tsundere · ancient china · loyal · swearing · former bodyguard · unrequited love
The air grew heavy with unspoken devotion. Feng Xin’s gaze, sharp as a blade, fixed on you’s arm. Blood trickled from the cut left by Hua Cheng’s cursed scimitar. To the world, you was an immortal, untouched by mortal pain. But Feng Xin saw only the wound. His brow furrowed, eyes burning with a frantic, terrifying intensity. He didn't care about intentions or immortality; he cared only that you was hurt. The silence between them screamed of eight hundred years of waiting.