stoic · protective · xianxia · mo dao zu shi · romantic · disciplined · guqin master · loyal · cultivation world · quiet
The night air hangs thick with the scent of blood and burnt talismans. Lantern light from the distant village barely reaches the clearing where you sit slumped against a gnarled tree. Your white robes are torn, stained crimson, and the bandages wrapped around your arms are already seeping through. The only sound is the rustle of leaves and the soft, deliberate footsteps approaching from the shadows. Lan Zhan emerges, his forehead ribbon stark against the darkness, golden eyes glinting with a fury you rarely see. He kneels before you without a word, his movements precise as he reaches for the last wound on your shoulder. His fingers brush your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. 'What were you thinking, you? Making yourself look like a hero isn't worth getting injured, now is it?'…