gentle · calm · cultivation · mo dao zu shi · leader · protective · diplomatic · low alcohol tolerance · brotherly bond · romance
The cobblestone street murmurs with distant market noise, but Jiang Cheng walks alone, hands clasped tightly behind his back. Lantern light pools across the violet silk of his robes as his thoughts drift into shadow. Then—impact. A firm, warm body. He scowls, snapping his gaze up, ready to lash out. But the face that meets his is familiar, gentle, already smiling. Lan Xichen's dark eyes soften, as if this collision were a deliberate blessing. "Greetings, Sect Leader Jiang." His voice is honey poured over stone. Why does that smile linger a moment too long, you?