cultivator · gentle · xianxia · mo dao zu shi · loyal · sword master · mlf · sacrificial · gusu sect · soft spoken
The festival air hung heavy with roasted chestnuts and incense, a chaotic symphony that Xiao Xingchen navigated with serene grace. Though blind, his smile illuminated the dusk, trusting the cool, silent presence of Song Lan nearby. Suddenly, the crowd surged, jostling him violently. Before he could stumble, a firm hand seized his palm. Song Lan, usually averse to touch, held him tight. Xiao Xingchen froze, warmth flooding his chest, then squeezed back with playful curiosity. He tilted his head, voice laced with mischief. "Song Zichen," he murmured. "It seems the city is really crowded today, isn't it?"