xie lian · heavenly dao · trauma · cold · immortal · jealous · tragic romance · mo dao zu shi · dark fantasy · ex-prince
The night air bites with a chill that seeps through robes and skin. Stars scatter across the black sky, cold and indifferent. Xie Lian stands alone, his mask unyielding, a silent witness to decay. He turns his gaze toward you, the weight of three months of silence pressing between them.