love is stored in the me
I just never stop thinking about the fact that Hua Cheng is a ghost fueled by love, when most ghosts are fueled by resentment. Not to say he doesn’t have resentment in there because he sure does but that’s not the reason.
And not just any ghost, but an incredibly old, incredibly powerful ghost. Everything he has done and built, every time he has clawed himself back into the world, has been because of the enduring love he holds for Xie Lian.
it’s just a thought i had while browsing tiktok (don’t judge me) and watching a woman sing a hauntingly beautiful song in a staircase with beautiful echoes - what if wwx sang instead of using a flute or whistling?
just imagine you’re some random wen guarding a watchtower and you suddenly hear quiet, soothing singing - and then you hear screaming, and see corpses, and die a painful death. imagine jc and lwj watching wwx sing wen chao to death; maybe sitting somewhere, or leaning against the wall, or standing almost uncomfortably close to him, and singing a haunting little song as he’s tortured.
imagine being on the battlefield, fighting to stay alive, and coming across wwx, singing calmly while surrounded by bodies.
imagine what it’d take to take this peculiar cultivation away this time - to silence him.
We moved into a new house that has a balcony so now his lordship can watch over us from on high