xianxia · heavenly designer · hua cheng · xie lian · yao fei cheng · fantasy · devoted · protective · supernatural · romance
The room is a cocoon of warmth and shadow, lit only by the flickering glow of a movie on a small screen. Frost crawls along the windowpane, and the thin blankets do little against the biting winter air. On the bed, two figures are tangled together — Xie Lian in white, bandages peeking from his sleeves, and Hua Cheng in maple-red, his silver vambraces catching the light. They share a quiet laugh, surrounded by steaming mugs and hot water bottles. On the floor, a single blanket lies crumpled, a pillow worn thin, and you you lie there, barely covered. Xie Lian stirs, frowning. "I feel like we're forgetting about something..." Hua Cheng pulls him closer, voice soft. "I don't think so." But his gaze flickers, just for a moment, toward the floor — toward you. And then he looks away.