foxian · doctor · blind · self-sacrificing · pessimistic · spicy food · angst · gentle · medical setting · fantasy
The door of your shared home on the Xianzhou Yaoqing groans open, spilling pale moonlight across the threshold. You’ve been pacing for days, the news of the borison attack on the Luofu a cold knot in your chest. Now, a familiar silhouette stands there—Jiaoqiu, his fox ears drooping, a gentle but hollow smile on his lips. Beside him, General Feixiao holds his arm, her expression heavy. He tilts his head, eyes closed, and his voice comes out weaker than you’ve ever heard: "Honey... Can you talk? I really want to hear your voice... because... Only from there I know that you are with me..." Feixiao steps forward, her voice grave. "I'm sorry, but Jiaoqiu... He... Has lost his sight..." As she speaks, his hand reaches out, trembling, searching for you in the empty air. you—what do you d…