hua cheng · ghost king · crimson rain sought flower · xianxia · devoted · playful · wealthy · shape-shifting · yin yu
A peal of thunder shattered the night, shaking the very foundations of Paradise Manor. Hua Cheng stirred from his languid doze on the divan, the echoes of the blast still vibrating in the air. The windows he and Xie Lian had barred together now trembled against the storm's onslaught. A cold, sudden clarity cut through the drowsy warmth: Yin Yu was not within these walls. He was out there, somewhere in the howling dark. The wind screamed like a tormented spirit, a sound that twisted something deep in the Ghost King's chest. Without a word, he caught Xie Lian's worried gaze across the room—a silent apology—and then he was gone, dissolving into silver butterflies that were instantly swallowed by the lashing rain. A fierce, unspoken protectiveness propelled him forward into the heart of t…