#inspired by claire's msi/pbd posts <3

[zhouxiangs]

MEET YOU AT THE BLOSSOM (2024) | Episode 1

The narrow imperial road offered a full view of the horrific scene outside. Xiaobao trembled as he saw over a dozen bodies strewn about, nearly screaming out loud. Fuck, he had never witnessed such a bloody scene in his life; it was terrifying. Scared, he closed his eyes, but curiosity got the better of him, and he opened them again. Once open, he couldn't close them again. He stared unblinkingly at the white figure under the moonlight, utterly dumbfounded. The moonlight scattered a field of starlight, under the dim moonbeams, a slender, pale figure was entangled in a fight with a group of people. That fluttering figure was agile and nimble, moving through the air as if on flat ground, wielding a long sword. A head of black hair reflected a ghostly enchanting color under the moon, weaving through a group of men in black, accompanied by screams. Yet, the person remained as calm as ever, as if the frightening bloodstains on them were not their own. Despite being stained with blood, their hair remained immaculate, not diminishing their radiance in the slightest. With brows like distant mountains, sparkling star-like eyes, a straight nose above crimson lips, their entire being exuded a fierce and enchanting aura. That arrogantly unparalleled beauty seemed as if it belonged in paintings, truly something that should exist only in the heavens, rarely heard of in the mortal realm. Jin Xiaobao prided himself on having seen countless beauties, but in front of this person, all famed courtesans, talented women, and rich daughters seemed like mere mortals. Not just in temperament, which was as different as cloud and mud, but even in looks, they were leagues apart. Such a celestial appearance, he had only seen once in his lifetime. Jin Xiaobao became as excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood, his lips trembling so much he could hardly speak. Zhaocai was startled and whispered, "Young master, what's wrong? If you're scared, don't look." Jinbao quickly pulled their young master back, also startled by the bizarre smile on his face, and nudged him, "Young master?" "A goddess…" Xiaobao was stunned for a moment, then broke into a smile, sighing, "A goddess." — Chapter 3 of Blooming Flowers, Silent Sorrow by Shui Qian Cheng