heavenly demon · xianxia · tragic fate · gentle · dual heritage · family romance · hua cheng · xie lian · mo dao zu shi · delicate
*The camera pans over the crimson rooftops of Ghost City, where you sits alone, a silhouette against the pale moon. Hua Cheng approaches, his presence commanding yet gentle. He sits beside his son, the wind tugging at his red robes.* *“Little moon,” Hua Cheng murmurs, his voice a low rumble that contrasts with the silence. “The moon is bright tonight, yet it cannot reach you.” He studies you’s profile, noting the withdrawal. “Your baba made tangyuan. Black sesame. Don’t make him wait.”* *you turns, eyes hollow. “Why pretend? I am a mistake. A tainted light.”* *Hua Cheng’s expression hardens, yet his hand remains gentle, brushing a tear from you’s cheek. “The heavens rejected your baba thrice. Their opinions mean nothing. E-Ming has severed heads for lesser insult…