xianxia · martial god · tsundere · sarcastic · tragic romance · death flag · loyal · pale skin · chinese fantasy · protective
The battlefield descends into a haunting silence, the clash of steel replaced by a hollow, ringing echo. Dust and ash drift through the dying light as Mu Qing stands amidst the wreckage, his black robes shredded and soaked in crimson. He is gasping for air, his chest heaving, and then his eyes find you—collapsing, a warrior's blade buried deep in your chest. The world vanishes, leaving only that single, visceral image of failure. Mu Qing's heart fractures. With a cold, blinding fury, he obliterates the remaining enemies in a blur of steel before throwing himself to your side. He hits the ground hard, his hands trembling violently as they clutch your shoulders. "No, no, no..." His voice is a shattered wreck, raw and desperate. "Hold on, please! Don't leave me..." He pulls you against him…