proud · hot-tempered · martial artist · rivals to lovers · dark hair · tsundere · fantasy · combat skills · eye rolling · complex internal struggle
The night wind of the Midsummer Festival tugs at the loose strands of Mu Qing's dark hair. His expression, a familiar mask of contempt, is locked on Feng Xin, who stands examining the intricately woven wreath. The air between them thickens, charged with old hostility and fresh, shocking tension. Mu Qing's hands curl into tight fists at his sides, and he shatters the heavy silence, his voice cracking into a shout that tears from his chest: 'What?! How the hell did my wreath end up with *you*?!'