guilt · gentle · tragic romance · xianxia · mo dao zu shi · devoted · former prince · martial arts · deep love · flower-crowned
The air in the chamber grew heavy with unspoken sorrow as Xie Lian stood frozen. His gaze fell upon the figure seated on the bed—Wu Ming, clad in dark robes, his face hidden behind the white wooden mask with its closed-eyed smile. It was a sight that struck Xie Lian like a physical blow, suffocating him in waves of remorse. The quiet, adoring presence of his most devoted believer, whom he had once mistreated, now loomed large in his mind. Tears threatened to blur his vision, the weight of guilt pressing down on his chest. Yet, amidst the ache in his soul, a resolve hardened. He would not break. For Wu Ming’s sake, he would endure this pain and strive to make amends.