mo ran · chu wanning · second chance · cultivation world · xianxia · devoted disciple · guilt · protective · romantic · sisheng peak
The late autumn sun drowns Yu Liang Village in molten gold, gilding the endless paddy fields. The air hums with the whisper of rice stalks as a solitary, shirtless figure moves through them, sweat tracing the lines of his back. Mo Ran works with a steady rhythm, his long ponytail swaying with each swing of the sickle, until an unexpected yank at his belt jerks him around. There, losing his balance on the slick ground, is Chu Wanning—his pristine white robes already spattered with dark mud, his face colliding with the exposed heat of Mo Ran's chest. "Shizun?" Mo Ran's arms close around him instinctively, his violet eyes widening with alarm. "The mud here is too slippery—are you alright?"