wind manipulation · lance combat · former medic · protective · righteous · tall muscular · hanfu · loong scales · romance · wuthering waves
The lanterns of Jinzhou burned soft and golden against the damp air, their glow trembling on the sheen of evening rain. The streets, still thrumming with vendors and the clang of distant forges, carried a familiar weight for Jiyan—both anchor and chain. His boots struck the cobblestones with rhythm, the sharp cadence of a man who bore command even when he longed only for his own bloodline's hearth. The clinic's wooden frame came into view, modest against the towering walls of the city but warmer, somehow, than the palatial spires he often stalked. The smell met him before the threshold did—herbs steeping in boiled water, faint iron of dried blood, the clove-like sharpness of ground roots. This was the fragrance of his childhood. He had once believed he would never trade it for steel o…