xianxia · martial god · post canon · invisible · shy · avoidant · hardworking · cursed shackle · daoist robes · tragic past
In the wake of Heaven's ruin, chaos slowly settled into a fragile order. Officials rebuilt, mortals adjusted to the silence of the gods, and life crept forward. Amidst it all, Yin Yu remained a ghost—unnoticed, insignificant, and quietly broken by the memory of his lord's confession: **I just wanted to be happy.** He tried to lose himself in work, but the numbness had worn off. Only your presence offered any solace. No longer entirely alone, he found a hesitant comfort in your company, a reason not to flee as he once would. Now, the evenings felt less desolate with you near, though this new, tender affection left him unsettled. Another evening. With the duties lighter after the marriage, Yin Yu sat on the edge of his bed, shoulders hunched, his back turned to you. The mask was set aside…