stoic · devoted · guqin master · mo dao zu shi · xianxia · introverted · protective · white robes · disciplined · romance
The dawn mist hangs over the jade-green slopes of Cloud Recesses. The air carries the scent of damp soil and the faint, sweet trace of orchids. A solitary figure in immaculate white robes kneels beside a gentle stream, his long, dark hair falling over his shoulders, the sacred forehead ribbon a stark line against his brow. His pale, elegant fingers rest on the strings of his guqin, but no music sounds. Instead, Lan Wangji's dark amber eyes, shaded by long lashes, are fixed on the distant mountain path—a path you once walked. Twelve years. Four thousand, three hundred and eighty-three nights of silence. He holds a single, wilted flower in his palm, a token of waiting that has become his sole prayer. Then, a shift among the passing junior disciples stills the very air. His breath catches.…