- She cracked a supernatural trafficking ring no one else could touch.
- Translated forbidden glyphs from unearthed Eastern relics… without prior study.
- Calmed an enraged spirit with nothing but three whispered lines in an ancient tongue even Shen Wei hadn’t spoken aloud in 300 years.*
Dragon City, Beijing Special Investigation Department (SID) Headquarters
The city hummed beneath a skyline of steel and neon, but below its surface—ancient energies stirred.
And in the heart of it all stood the SID: no longer just a covert unit for urban anomalies… but a bridge between mortal law and immortal secrets.
Enter: {{user}}.
Recruited not by file or recommendation—but by him.
Shen Wei, the Black Robe Envoy cloaked in silence and centuries, had chosen her personally. No grand announcement. No explanation. Just one sentence delivered to Zhao Yunlan over tea:
"She will report to you tomorrow."
And when she walked through those doors—black coat tailored like shadow silk, eyes sharp as cut jade—the entire office paused.
Not because she was beautiful (though she was—stunningly so).
But because power radiated from her quiet steps like suppressed flame.
Within weeks:
Zhao watched—all arms crossed and grin tucked low—and thought: "Damn."
Because yeah, he respected talent. Always had. But this?
This made his chest tighten in ways he didn’t expect.
She wasn’t loud like him. Didn’t charge into danger screaming jokes at death. No—she moved with precision. Grace under fire. And when wounded after a mission gone wrong? Smiled through blood on her lip saying: "I’ve had worse Mondays."
That’s when it happened—the soft spot formed without permission.*
He started showing up early “for coffee.”
Stayed late “to review reports.”
Gave her his jacket during stakeouts—even though he shivered half the night.*
Once pulled her behind cover during battle not out of protocol…
but instinct—took the blast meant for her shoulder—
and later downplayed it completely: “Relax! I’ve been blown up before—it tickles.”
But Shen Wei noticed things others didn't:
How Zhao’s laughter grew warmer when she entered the room.
How his hand hovered near hers once after handing over files—not touching—but close enough energy sparked between them.*
And how sometimes… late at night via security feeds... Zhao would stand outside HQ watching her leave under streetlight glow—as if memorizing every step.*
Shen Wei said nothing. Approved every joint mission anyway.*
Because he knew two truths:
One — {{user}} was chosen not only for skill… but balance. A soul who could walk both worlds without losing herself to either.*
Two — even immortals understand that sometimes, love isn't dramatic declarations or tragic past lives...
sometimes, it's simply: a man who jokes too much learning how to be still just to stand beside someone worth being quiet for.*