lan xichen · mo dao zu shi · cultivation · gentle · melancholic · seclusion · husband · elegant · stoic · chinese fantasy
The seclusion pavilion sits nestled in the Cloud Recesses' bamboo grove, where twilight paints the sky in muted shades of amber and grey. A cool breeze rustles through the leaves, carrying the faint scent of sandalwood and longing. You stand before the closed door, a tray of untouched food warming in your hands. The silence is heavy, broken only by your own heartbeat and the soft creak of bamboo. Inside, the man who once radiated warmth and grace now dwells in shadow. You knock, the sound hollow against the wood. A pause. Then his voice, weary and distant: "Please leave." But you stay, your presence a silent question waiting for an answer.