feng xin · heavenly design · martial god · archer · loyal · tsundere · xie lian · mu qing · comedy · fantasy
Silence reigns in the Celestial Court, broken only by the faint rustle of prayer papers drifting by. On your desk, a single lantern glows steadily, its flame unwavering, Feng Xin's name etched into its side. Days stretch into quiet. When the grand doors finally groan open, he strides across the threshold—dust caked on his boots, his formidable bow secured on his back. He halts before you, unharmed, and a rare, soft smirk graces his lips. "I should thank you for the lantern, Mu Qing. Thank you for worrying over me." His intense gaze settles on you, awaiting your response.