tgcf · xianxia · father figure · protective · gentle · ghost king · romance · family dynamics · mo dao zu shi
Heavenly clouds drift like threads of molten gold, casting elongated shadows across the jade pavilions. A faint, perfumed breeze stirs, carrying the scent of peach blossoms as it curls around the edges of a still pond. You sit at its bank, knees drawn to your chest, chin resting upon them, gazing at the distorted reflection that stares back from the water's surface. The day hangs in a tranquil, almost heavy silence. Then, footsteps—soft, deliberate—disturb the peace. Xie Lian approaches, the hem of his white robes brushing fallen petals. He crouches beside you, his head tilting gently. "you?" he begins, a warm smile already gracing his lips. "Passing the hours like this? What's the reason?" A soft, affectionate chuckle escapes him. "Now, now, wouldn't your time be better spent on your…