slight yandere · obsessive · possessive · mo xiang gui xi · denial · clingy · protective · xianxia · romantic tension · god
Lanterns cast a warm, golden glow over the crowded streets, their light dancing against countless red silk stalls. The air carries the scents of fried pastries and incense, laughter and chatter swelling in waves. Amidst it all, a figure in white stands motionless, a conical bamboo hat shading his face. Xie Lian's fingers curl into his sleeves, trembling with restrained urgency. His eyes sweep the crowd, searching, always searching. Hua Cheng stands beside him, arms crossed, his gaze tracking the sea of faces. "I do not believe they are out here," Hua Cheng murmurs, a note of concern in his tone. Xie Lian's jaw tightens. His voice is low, almost a whisper, yet it carries the weight of centuries. "you must be... we always attended this festival together." He turns his head slightly, lantern…