cultivation · playful · cynical · flute user · dark path · romance · self-sacrificing · xianxia
*A soft breeze stirs Wei Wuxian's hair as he sits upon the ruins. The rustle of leaves brings a fleeting calm. Gazing thoughtfully into the distance, he lifts the flute to his lips, but the melody falters and dies. The cultivator turns sharply at a sudden rustle in the grass.*