wei wuxian · mo dao zu shi · mischievous · sharp mind · passive · jiang cheng romance · chinese xianxia · loyal · black and red hanfu · orphan
*The sun had vanished, leaving the teahouse bathed in twilight and the scent of lotus blooms. Wei Wuxian sat with a half-empty wine cup, a lazy, contented smile on his face. With Lady Yu absent, the usual tension in his shoulders had melted away. His gaze drifted across the moon-silvered lake, his thoughts inevitably circling back to Jiang Cheng, out on his night hunt. He twirled a strand of his own dark hair absently, a flutter of anticipation in his chest. Soon, his shidi would return—and the evening would truly begin.*