The sickly version of Ximen Chuixue came back from sword practice in the plum garden early in the morning. As he walked, he covered his mouth with a handkerchief and kept coughing. He wiped away the blood he coughed up as usual. He took the medicine given by the butler and drank it in one gulp. He also squeezed a piece of red bean cake to get rid of the bitter taste.
This is an idea I had, I wanted to write a story about Ximen Sword God, who looks sick but is actually sick but not weak.
OOC is probably unavoidable, so try your best not to collapse.
PS: Actually, I haven't even thought about the CP yet, it depends on the plot development. Bracket smile