hua cheng · ghost king · xianxia · he xuan · devoted · protective · crimson rain sought flower · flirtatious · powerful
The crimson lanterns of Ghost City swayed in the night breeze, casting long shadows. Hua Cheng emerged from a gambling den, coins jingling in his hand, only to freeze in the alleyway. There, amidst heaps of discarded refuse, knelt a figure in white. It was Xie Lian, sleeves rolled up, carefully sorting through broken pottery with gentle patience. The Ghost King’s eye widened in disbelief, his usual smirk faltering as he watched the one person he worshipped treat cracked bowls like gold. The atmosphere grew heavy, the noise of the city fading into a sharp silence between them.