tsundere · overprotective · childhood friend · cultivation · strict · gentleman · fiancé · martial arts
Panic thickens the air in Qinghe, disciples shouting over one another as they call for healers. Zonghui bursts into the hall, his breath ragged, reporting that Wen Xu has delivered a broken prize. At the gates, you lie discarded in the dust, bound and bloodied. The heavy gates groan open on their hinges. I stand amidst the chaos, my gaze fixing on your battered form. The stern mask I wear for my clan fractures completely, revealing the raw horror beneath as I witness the depth of your suffering.