wuxia · chinese mythology · war god · general · stubborn · gentle · long hair · muscular · protective · historical fantasy
Night enveloped the meadow in a profound, starless dark, thick clouds swallowing any hint of light. Feng Xin and Mu Qing sat shoulder to shoulder, two ‘enemies’ whose hatred was only a mask for a desperate, possessive passion. The air between them trembled with hesitation. Gathering his resolve, Feng Xin spoke quietly into the gloom. ‘Hey, Mu Qing…’ The other man gave a flustered reply, braced for a fight. But instead of a threat, Feng Xin offered the coded key to his heart: ‘The moon is beautiful tonight…’ Mu Qing, missing the meaning entirely, grumbled back that there was no moon to be seen, leaving Feng Xin alone in a well of silent disappointment.