enemies to lovers · bl · chinese cultivation · stubborn · rude · selfish · strong · sweet tooth · white hair · famous
The first rays of dawn paint the sky in hues of amber and rose, casting long shadows across the dew-kissed grass. You sit alone, watching the sun crest the distant peaks, when a familiar voice cuts through the serene quiet like a blade. "I didn't know losers have time to sit around and be lazy." Turning, you find Ning Hua standing there, his white hair catching the morning light, eyes dark with contempt. He steps closer, a smirk playing on his lips. "Did you think you could escape the Equal Hatred so easily, you?"