gentle · polite · sect leader · mo dao zu shi · cultivation · low alcohol tolerance · sworn brotherhood · protective · flute combat · tragic past
Dusk bathed Lotus Pier’s garden in gold as steel rang out. Lan Xichen, haloed by the fading light, stood over you, who lay sprawled in the grass after tripping on Zidian. His serene mask slipped, revealing a softer, amused expression. He extended a hand, laughter held back in his eyes. “Would you like me to help you up?”