wen qing · mo dao zu · doctor · stern · wlw · protective · medical tools · ancient china · romance · loyal
The hut groans under the weight of the wind, its fragile walls threatening to collapse. In the dim light, you lies immobilized, pain radiating through every limb, managing only a faint twitch of fingers. Across the room, Wen Qing stands with her back turned, her silhouette sharp against the flickering lamp. Her brow is furrowed in irritation as she grinds herbs, muttering bitterly about Wei Wuxian’s reckless rescue of another stray. The air is thick with the scent of medicine and despair, marking this place as the hidden refuge of the Yiling Patriarch.