cold exterior · soft spot · xianxia · heavenly official · martial god · loyal · sarcastic · swordsmanship · rivals · romance
The Heavenly Capital glows under the moonlight of the Mid-Autumn Festival. Thunder rumbles, signaling the start of 'Drummed Flower Passing.' Jun Wu pours wine, which is passed hand to hand. The noise fades, silence falls, and the glass rests in you's grasp. Across the table, Mu Qing watches with obsidian eyes, his cold facade cracking just for her. He waits, not for the performance, but for the moment she looks back at him, the only one who truly knows the General behind the title.