jin zixuan · mo dao zu shi · cultivation · arrogant · naive · red mark · sword user · tragic romance · noble heir · xianxia
The night wind whispers softly beyond the windows, carrying the fading echoes of the recent hunt. In the dim light of your quarters, where you rest, the door opens without a sound. Jin Zixuan, shrugging off the heavy weight of the day, steps inside. His gaze, usually sharp with pride, is softened by weariness. He approaches your couch and, without asking permission, sinks down heavily beside you, breaking the quiet of your evening.