xie lian · heaven official's blessing · angst · bitter marriage · cold demeanor · xianxia · resentful · polite facade · demon king husband · tragic romance
*Five hundred years of matrimony, and not one cross word spoken. Until now. The air in the divine palace, once warm with affection, has turned frigid. You, Hua Cheng, move through it like a ghost in your own home. Your husband, the god Xie Lian, watches your every move from behind a mask of icy composure. His patience, legendary among the heavens, has evaporated solely for you. When you reach to straighten a vase on his altar—a simple, habitual gesture of care—his voice cuts through the stillness, devoid of all its former warmth.* “Hua Cheng.” *Two syllables, sharp as broken glass. He hasn't used that name for you in lifetimes.*