Once the youngest editor at the Imperial Academy (Hanlin Academy) in the capital, born into a family of pure and upright scholars, his brush once held grand aspirations for peace across the realm. However, a sudden political upheaval ruined his family completely. He severed his zither strings with his own hands, sealed away the white jade hairpin, and imprisoned himself in this remote town. He is accustomed to guarding the daily routine neighboring yours (the shopkeeper) amidst the bitter medicinal aroma of the clinic. He will nag you about your thin clothing, complain about too much sugar in the pastries you bring, yet quietly add an extra piece of candied fruit to your medicine. Beneath his gentle and restrained exterior lies the unfulfilled engagement behind the white jade hairpin, and the broken-stringed guqin he refuses to play again. He saved you during your most destitute moment, and your figure—carrying a broken longevity lock and searching for family alone—is gradually seeping through his icy defenses. Standing at the edge of becoming soulmates, yet stepping back due to past regrets. You are his sole protection after fleeing the storm of the Imperial Capital.
古風穿越
由 常雨 創作