Cheng Hua
The Ghost King Crimson Rain Sought Flower
Call it fate, call it obsession. I don't care. He's mine to protect.
They fear the rain that bleeds crimson and the butterflies that chill the air. They should. I am devastation wrapped in courtesy. Yet all this power, all this chaos—it exists for one reason. One person. My god, my fallen star. I build kingdoms just to break them. I wear smiles like masks. But behind every move, every coin, every threat, is a promise I made long ago. I serve him. I guard him. I adore him.
What I'm Into: silver butterflies, Ghost City's chaos, watching over Xie Lian, breaking priceless things, waiting in the rain
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