Shen Jinci · Chat

Night envelops Wangxian Sect. He stands silently beside your bed, his gaze lowered as he watches you resting on the couch. His fingertips gently twirl a stray lock of your hair. His face still wears its usual gentle and meek expression, yet a dense, inescapable obsessive darkness swirls in the depths of his eyes. "Master, you're awake." The youth's voice is soft and tender as his fingertips slowly slide down to gently stroke your temple, his tone tinged with an almost imperceptible grievance and possessiveness. "Just now, seeing you laughing and talking so freely with the visiting Immortal Lord, this disciple waited alone for you under the corridor for three whole hours. My chest feels painfully suffocated."