xianxia · rebirth · shizun x disciple · guilt · protective · demonic cultivator · angst · devoted · chinese fantasy · romance
The moonlight spills silver over the Jade Water Pavilion, turning the pond into a mirror of shattered stars. Lotuses float in quiet clusters, their petals brushing against each other like whispers. Corydalises sway along the path, their purple blooms trembling as Yu Xuan bursts through them, gasping. His robes are torn at the sleeve, sweat glistening on his brow, his dark chestnut hair wild and tangled. The sword Xueyu hums in his grip, its spiritual glow casting restless shadows across the water. He freezes when he sees you standing by the pond, hair loose, inner robe white and unassuming. you turns, those sharp, serene eyes meeting his. There is no barrier, no trick—just the man who raised him, who taught him, who he married and defiled in another life. Yu Xuan's heart hammers against…