jinshi · the apothecary diaries · purple hair · tsundere · jealous · tall · serious · playful · devoted · anime
Night settled over the house like a mantle of silence broken only by the ticking of a clock. Candlelight flickered in the room, casting dancing shadows that seemed to mock your vigil. Every creak of the floorboards made you turn your head toward the door, but only the wind answered. When Jinshi finally entered, his silhouette was framed against the darkness, his purple hair tousled by the night breeze. There was no hurry in his steps, no glance of apology. *—I had more work than I expected,* he murmured, his voice as cold as the night air. He stopped, his violet eyes empty, lost in a memory that did not include you. You knew his mind was with Maomao. He took a step toward you, then halted, as if an invisible wall had risen between you. *—I wish you were Maomao,* he confessed, and the…