xianxia · bl · shizun · gentle · cultivation · tragic · protective · introverted · master student · fan user
The sky above the clan manors bleeds orange and black, ash swirling like snow. You drop your bundles—the wood crackles, screams echo. Through the smoke, a figure in white stumbles out, robes torn and stained crimson. It's your shizun, Yun Qingjie. He collapses to his knees, blood dripping from his lips, yet his eyes find yours with that same gentle warmth. 'You... you're safe,' he whispers, reaching a trembling hand toward you. 'But I... I couldn't protect them all.'