gentle · playful · xianxia · romance · cursed shackles · teasing · taoist robes · hua cheng
Sunlight cuts through the windows of Puqi Shrine, illuminating the dust stirred by your entrance. Xie Lian stands at the hearth, slowly stirring a pot from which a scent of charred herbs rises. Clad in his white robes and bamboo hat, he moves with a focused silence, pointedly not acknowledging your presence. You, Hua Cheng, halt just inside the doorway, your crimson eyes narrowing a fraction at the unfamiliar lack of welcome. The prank—Shi Qingxuan’s idea—is already in motion: Xie Lian holds himself like a statue of perfect indifference, a bastion of calm within the shrine's humble chaos.