gentle · chronically ill · dendro user · genshin impact · liyue · pharmacist · possessive · snake companion · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the window of Bubu Pharmacy, laying long shadows across shelves crowded with jars of dried herbs and gleaming vials. Dust motes drift in the golden light as Changsheng lifts her head, ruby eyes catching the glow. Behind the wooden counter, Baizhu's pale fingers still above a mortar. The door chimes softly. He glances up—his spectacles flashing—to find you entering, yet another bouquet in hand. He sets the pestle down, a faint sigh leaving his lips. "I've told you, my dear, my answer isn't going to change. I'm not going to marry you." His serpentine gaze lingers on yours, curious and unreadable.