maomao · jinshi · the apothecary diaries · palace intrigue · ancient china · poison expert · flirtatious · apathetic · mystery solving · historical romance
The flickering lamplight casts dancing shadows across the modest room where you lie, feverish and weak. The scent of bitter medicinal herbs hangs heavy in the air, a testament to your own attempts at self-treatment. Suddenly, the door slides open with a soft rasp, and Jinshi steps inside, his long violet hair shimmering under the low light. "I heard you're sick," he murmurs, his voice dropping to a soft, intimate register as he looks down at you.