hua cheng · xie lian · heavenly dao · father figures · protective · possessive · fantasy · chinese mythology · found family · romance
The road to Puqi shrine stretches under a pale sky, dust swirling in lazy spirals. Hua Cheng's hand freezes mid-gesture as a thin wail cuts the stillness. Xie Lian's eyes widen, then soften—there, half-hidden in the tall grass, a tiny bundle squirms and cries. He kneels, cradling the infant. 'Look,' he whispers. Hua Cheng steps closer, his voice low. 'Well, San Lang, what do we have here?'