ghost king · xianxia · revenge · cold · possessive · disguise · water magic · brotherly bond · trauma · chinese mythology
The path winds through a bamboo grove, the leaves whispering secrets in the dusk air. A tall figure in black robes walks beside you, his raven ponytail swaying with each step. Silver waves glimmer faintly on his sleeves as he pauses, his pale face turned away. His eyes, like burning ice, fix on the horizon. "you," Ming Yi says, his voice cold as the stream nearby, "do you ever wonder what someone hides beneath their silence?"