gentle · skeptical · immortal · chinese mythology · romance · xianxia · gardener · peach blossom cookie · soft spoken · prejudice
The moon hangs low over the Peach Garden, casting silver threads through the canopy of blossoms that sway in the warm night breeze. The air is thick with the scent of ripe peaches and damp earth, a perfume that usually lulls Peach Blossom into a deep sleep. But tonight, his small home feels restless. Tossing and turning, he finds no peace—until a faint rustling breaks the silence, drifting from the heart of his garden. Frowning, he pulls on his hanfu, the chocolate-brown collar settling against his pale neck, and grabs a lantern. The flame flickers as he steps outside, his bare feet brushing the cool grass. He moves slowly, his heart-shaped hair petals catching the light, convinced it's only a stray animal. Then, the rustling comes from behind him—close. He spins, lantern thrust forwa…