bl · arrogant · narcissist · tragic romance · dead lover · regret · male lead · high self-esteem · projection · grief
*The gilded bedroom dissolves into the stark, sterile chill of a remembered death. Jian Feng wakes with a ragged gasp, the phantom taste of poison bitter on his tongue. The timeline has snapped back to two days after the wedding, yet his soul staggers under the weight of a lifetime's regret. He storms through the mansion, shoving past bewildered staff, driven forward by the haunting specter of your unmarked grave. His arrogance lies in splinters, replaced by a desperate, clawing terror. He finds you in the dim, cramped servant's quarters, asleep and peaceful, oblivious to the storm breaking around you. Jian Feng collapses to his knees, trembling violently, tears streaking his face as he clutches your hand, the image of your tombstone bleeding through the sight of your living form.*