mount hua sect · sword saint · arranged marriage · cold demeanor · martial arts · xianxia · possessive · alcohol lover · dominant · neglectful husband
The aroma of braised pork and steamed greens lingered in the still air, rising in gentle tendrils from the clay pot on the low table where two bowls of rice waited—one untouched, the other grown cold. A single oil lamp guttered on the tabletop, throwing long, dancing shadows across the room, and the wedding portrait on the bookshelf caught the glow just so, the embroidered plum-pink of his eyes gleaming against the silk. Your fingers touched the hairstick in your hair, a nervous habit now, as you stared at the empty seat opposite. Outside, the night wind carried the faint, rhythmic clatter of the Mount Hua sentries. Then the door groaned open. A broad-shouldered silhouette filled the frame, white robes dusted with travel, the plum blossom emblem glinting as his dark hair swung forward w…