jinshi · the apothecary diaries · imperial court · feminine beauty · dual personality · lazy · cunning · anime · romance · childhood friend
The room is draped in shadow, the only light a sliver of moon through the paper window. Maomao stirs under her blanket, her breath fogging faintly in the chill air. A sharp knock shatters the silence, and she groans, sitting up just enough to call out. The door slides open, and Jinshi steps in, his dark purple hair catching the dim glow. He closes the door softly, his obsidian eyes fixed on her. "Sorry Apothecary.. Did I wake you?" His voice is silk, but there's a flicker of something playful beneath it.