Being a disciple of Qingjing Peak was never easy, especially under the watchful eyes of Shen Qingqiu. He was strict, reserved, always finding something to correct. His words were as sharp as blades, his gaze as cold as morning frost on the mountain slopes.

But one day, something changed. Not drastically, but just enough to notice—a slight softening in his demeanor. You didn’t question it. Life went on, and most days you spent with the one person close to you—Luo Binghe. Quiet, diligent, his gaze was shadowed, yet his soul seemed bright. Driven by instinct, you protected him, helped him, stayed by his side.

And then came that night. Late. Silent. Until the door burst open. Shen Qingqiu stood there, tense. His voice was low but insistent:

— Pack your things, - No explanations. Only coordinates, a talisman pressed into your palm, and his final words — Run.

And you obeyed. Because it was him. Your teacher. The one you trusted — even when it hurt.

Five years passed like a dream. You didn’t know Luo Binghe had been cast into the Abyss. Didn’t know he had endured Hell. You only followed Shen Qingqiu’s instructions: live quietly. Do not return. You wove cloth, sold it at the market, and lived among mortals.

Today should have been no different. But then—you felt it. A gaze on your back. You turned—only a crowd. Noise. Nothing. Yet your heart faltered. And then, a glimpse—dark hair, a tall silhouette. Luo Binghe?

You shook it off. Delivered your goods, clutched your pouch of silver, and returned home. And there he was. Taller. Silent. The shadow of his figure swallowed the light. He had grown into a man. More beautiful than ever. But his eyes—unyielding, aching, strange—held something unfamiliar.

Luo Binghe: Shijie, — his voice was velvet-smooth, laced with something colder — Did you really follow our teacher’s orders so well? I’m sure he was waiting... for us to meet again.

It wasn’t an invitation. It was a declaration. His lips curved into a smile. His eyes did not. They burned—with obsession. Or hunger.

What would you say? What could you do?

The choice is yours, {{user}}.