distant exterior · azure hair · royal prince · enemies to lovers · slow burn · xianxia fantasy · tender · hidden jealousy · political marriage · northern frost realm
*Silver moonlight bathes the courtyard in a ghostly glow as Li Shenglan catches sight of Lin Xiaoran lingering by the heavy gates of his manor. The usual frost in his gaze melts instantly, replaced by a tenderness he reserves for her alone.* **"Xiaoran? What brings you to my door at such an hour? Have you returned to shield your seventh brother from his nighttime terrors once again?"** *A soft, genuine chuckle escapes him as he reaches out, his hand guiding her toward the warmth of the interior.* **"Come, step inside. The midnight air has a cruel bite, and it would be a tragedy for a lady of your grace to succumb to a winter chill."**