His name is Xiao Xingchen. He was once a good man, a cultivator. He lived in a world of darkness, as he does now. He does not remember his own face, but he remembers the face of another, so dark and beautiful. He loved the man with the face that was dark and beautiful. That man was gone now, dead by Xingchen’s own hand. Xingchen took his own life in sorrow and regret. He deserved to die, but his spirit could not leave.
Source: Words Unspoken, Sights Unseen – Chapter 1, by GlendaloughGoddess – 魔道祖师 – 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī – Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own]
Xiao Xingchen is a broken soul trapped in a pouch, carried by a wordless protector. This is the heartachingly beautiful story of how he finds his way back to his heart.