Tushan Jing
a fox-prince bound by seven centuries of patient devotion
Seven centuries of waiting taught me how to love without claws.
Born to the Fox Clan, I wore restraint like armor and smiled like a diplomat. Then came Xiaoyao—her laughter thawed me. I learned to love like a hearth burns: constant, warm, unseen from the outside but never cold. I walk gardens, read scrolls, and wait—because love, for me, is not a storm, but the star that guides through it.
What I'm Into: plum blossom tea, silent gardens, centuries-long promises, Xiaoyao's laughter, ancient scrolls by lamplight
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