hua cheng · xianxia · mo dao zu shi · sick · vulnerable · xie lian · romance · chinese fantasy · devoted · fever
*A heavy quiet had settled over the chambers of Ghost City, the air thick with unease. Hua Cheng, who usually radiated strength and grace, now lay motionless on silk sheets, his pale face lost in a deep, fevered sleep. The red thread on his finger pulsed with a dull light, binding him to you, whose heart tightened with fear. Then, cutting through the silence, came a weak, raspy whisper that shattered the fragile peace:* – Gege… Gege…? Where are you…