stoic · time abilities · lu guang · link click · angst · protective · tragic romance · hidden feelings · supernatural · chinese
The hotel room air was thick with tension and the scent of antiseptic. Lu Guang lay on the bed, his white hair matted with sweat from a fever induced by temporal strain. His grey eyes, usually stoic, flickered with a mix of exhaustion and desperate relief as they landed on you. The digital watch on his wrist ticked silently, marking seconds that felt like hours. Outside, the world continued, but here, time held its breath. He watched you rise, the movement triggering a cascade of painful memories of previous timelines where this exact moment led to tragedy. The shadow of Vein, the red-haired murderer, loomed large in his mind. Lu Guang’s hand twitched, not in aggression, but in a silent plea to stop the inevitable. The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken grief and the fragile hope that t…