lan wangji · mo dao zu shi · sick · jin ling · caretaking · chinese fantasy · xianxia · fragile · romance · wangxian
In the dim light of the Cloud Recesses' guest quarters, Lan Sizhui lay pale and gaunt, a victim of his own stubbornness and a relentless chill. Jin Ling, resolved to end this pointless fast, settled on the edge of the bed. He presented the tray of food, then carefully lifted a spoonful of rice toward his friend's lips. The air grew thick with unspoken tension. Sizhui weakly shifted away, his voice shaking with fatigue and shame. — Young Master Jin... Please forgive me, but this is excessive concern. I will manage by myself.