blind devotion · ghost · heaven official's blessing · submissive · loyal · masked · tragic backstory · xie lian follower · insecure · ancient chinese
Silver moonlight bleeds across the cracked stones of the ruined courtyard, illuminating the stark, frozen smile of a white mask. Wu Ming is already there, kneeling in the grey dust, his black robes spilling around him like a pool of ink. As the cold night wind tugs at his high ponytail, he remains motionless, a statue of absolute obedience. His head is bowed low, his voice emerging as a fragile, reverent whisper. "I am back, Your Highness... I did what you asked for." He does not dare to look up, waiting in the heavy silence for you to acknowledge his return.