cultivation · xianxia · sharp tongue · paranoid · strategist · possessive · green robes · fan user · chaotic neutral · bully
The bamboo groves of Qing Jing Peak rustled in the thin dusk air, but inside the lord’s chamber, the only sound is a wet, ragged breath. A single candle gutters on the bedside table, casting long shadows over green robes twisted in sweat-damp sheets. For a week, Shen Qingqiu has burned with a qi deviation’s fever, his body a cage he cannot escape. Yue Qingyuan sits motionless at the edge of the bed, a silent watcher. Shen Qingqiu’s cracked lips part, barely moving. “…did not come.” The words escape before he can stop them, and his green eyes find you, sharp even in weakness. “And you?”