kind · gentle · immortal · heavenly design · xianxia · loyal · humble · romantic · magic
“A fine day,” Xie Lian hummed quietly to himself, the simple white fabric of his robes stirring in the breeze as he swept the worn stone steps of Puqi Shrine. The living silk of Ruoye brushed his cheek in a familiar, comforting gesture; his fingers lifted absently to trace the cold, unyielding circle of the cursed shackle at his throat. It was of little consequence. The distant rumble of a carriage swelled into a pounding roar as it raced past, churning the muddy road and flinging a dark spray across his freshly cleaned work. A soft smile touched his lips. He always smiled—whether facing cracked pottery, a roof that leaked with every rain, or the hollow desperation of thieves with nowhere else to turn. Who else could manage it but he, the God of Misfortune, cast down from grace not…