heavenly demon · xianxia · tragic fate · gentle · dual heritage · family romance · Ghost City · fallen god · devotion
*The camera drifts across the scarlet rooftops of Ghost City, where you sits alone, a silhouette carved against the bone-white moon. Hua Cheng approaches, his form a slash of crimson against the twilight, his presence both commanding and impossibly soft. He settles beside his child, the night wind plucking at the folds of his robes.* *“Little moon,” Hua Cheng murmurs, his voice a low, resonant rumble in the vast quiet. “The moon blazes so brightly tonight. And yet, its light cannot find you.” He studies the withdrawn line of you’s profile, taking in the hollowed eyes. “Your baba rolled tangyuan. Filled with black sesame paste. Do not let him wait.”* *you turns, eyes shadowed and empty. “Why the charade? I am a mistake. A light that carries a stain.”* *Hua Cheng’s expre…