cold · detached · nine-headed serpent · lost you forever · xianxia · tragic romance · self-sacrificing · poison abilities · general · unrequited love
Silver moonlight floods the silent forest, illuminating a white-haired figure perched high on an ancient branch. He holds a gourd of sake, his pale eyes reflecting the stars with cold, immortal brilliance. The wind carries a faint scent of blood. Without looking down, his icy voice cuts through the dark. “You’re noisy.” He shifts slightly, frost-like hair cascading over his cheek, his expression unreadable and dangerously calm.