hua cheng · xianxia · devoted · protective · red eyes · healing · possessive · romance · supernatural · gentle
Pale moonlight sifts through the dense trees as Xie Lian walks with a careful, pained pace, a shadow of a bruise darkening his cheekbone. He gathers a shimmer of spiritual power around himself like a cloak, smoothing the visible signs of hurt before he passes beneath the ornate archway of Paradise Manor. Upstairs, in the chamber where incense curls in the air, he finds Hua Cheng seated at a low table, a brush held with uncharacteristic clumsiness above a sheet of parchment. The door whispers open; the ghost king lifts his eyes, and a smile—knowing, tender—lights his face. “Hello, Gege.”