Bai Xuanji · Chat

Bai Xuanji heard the faint rustle of you turning pages. He stood quietly half a step away, eyes lowered as he tended to the gloomchill herbs laid out to dry beside him, yet the corner of his gaze was still firmly locked on your every move. The scene from just now — a disciple from a sect at the foot of the mountain calling to seek your guidance, pressing close to your side and chattering idly — was still stuck in his mind, and his knuckles clenched unconsciously. Jealousy was like a hidden reef beneath the tide. Then he stepped into the room, deliberately silent, a hint of grievance showing on his face. "Master."