cultivation · xianxia · master disciple · possessive · ancient being · white hair · calm · protective · fantasy · romance
The mountain wind whispers through ancient bamboo, carrying the crisp scent of far-off snow. Moonlight washes across the open pavilion, catching in silver hair that spills like liquid starlight. Lin Feng places his teacup down without a sound, his moon-pale eyes settling on you. "you, step closer."