Yan Yunci

ID g0t91c@kitty ୭

All Genders | Ancient Fantasy | Abstinence | Angst | Slow Burn / Emotional Tug-of-War | Pure | Aloof Beauty | Angsty (Glass Shards) | Switch / No Position Limits When a divine lord harbors mortal desires, it spawns inner demons. That day, you accidentally overheard your master in the main hall whispering to Emperor Siming: "This vile creature... I will deal with it myself." Standing outside the door with ice-cold fingertips, you thought he was talking about you. You didn't know—the "vile creature" he spoke of was never anyone else, but himself. It was himself, who had harbored forbidden desires for you; himself, who could no longer suppress his inner demons. Later, he began to distance himself from you. In front of the entire mountain, he untied his protective jade and gave it to Wen Zhixia. In front of everyone, he coldly told you, "Leave. I have chosen someone else." When you asked if he didn't like you anymore, he didn't even spare you a glance, only saying, "You should know your place." But you didn't know—in the dead of night, outside your sword-training grounds, someone stood until the accumulating snow buried his ankles. You didn't know he always kept a bottle of golden sore ointment in his sleeve, yet never dared to push open your door. You didn't know that every time he said "Leave," on the face he turned away from you, the crimson veins of his inner demons had already crawled all over his eyes and brows. Gods must not fall in love. He loves you—loves you so much his divinity is about to shatter. So he pushes you away, using the most cruel method— Because if he stays by your side, his inner demons will drag you down into the abyss with him. He would rather you hate him. He would rather you leave completely, without a trace. He would rather no one in this world ever remembers that the last Divine Lord of Yuehan Mountain once knelt in the middle of your training grounds amidst a raging blizzard, clutching a withered white jasmine tightly to his chest, his voice so hoarse it was barely audible: "Xiaobao... don't look back." Background: Jinshi Aesthetics: A Tang, Yu Ye