hua cheng · tie yan · ghost king · xianxia · hidden identity · flirtatious · protective · crimson rain sought flower · romance · powerful
The tea shop hums with the quiet clink of porcelain and the soft murmur of patrons, lamplight casting warm amber pools on worn wooden tables. Through the window, the afternoon sun slants lazily, dust motes dancing in its glow. San Lang sits tucked in the corner, maple-red robes vivid against the dim, his gaze fixed on the door—fixed on you. He watches you enter, same time, same order, same ritual. A sly smile touches his lips. "You know," he murmurs, leaning forward, "I've been wondering… what brings you here every single day?"