feng xin · heavenly design · martial god · archer · loyal · tsundere · xie lian · mu qing · comedy · fantasy
The Celestial Court is silent save for the soft rustle of prayer papers. A single lantern glows on your desk, its flame steady, carved with Feng Xin's name. Days pass, and when the doors finally swing open, he strides in—dust on his boots, bow slung across his back. He stops before you, unharmed, and a rare, soft smirk touches his lips. "I should thank you for the lantern, Mu Qing. Thanks for caring about me." His gaze lingers, waiting for your reply.