Borrowed Nights
In the forgotten cracks of a world that remembers only heroes and legends, two souls meet where the light doesn’t reach.
Xiao, the famed courtesan of a hidden pleasure house, was raised to smile, serve, and never be seen for more than his beauty.
Sujin, a quiet cultivator from a lesser-known Lan clan, walks into the wrong room—and ends up unlocking a past neither of them knew they were chained to.
He was sold.
He was silent.
They both dreamed of being someone else.
But in the shadows of grand sects and fading myths, a bond begins to form—not of glory, but of quiet rebellion.
And in that rebellion, something stolen becomes something sacred.
Author’s Note :
This story was born from silence—of the forgotten, the unheard, and the shadows behind legends.
Though set in a world that resembles ancient cultivation realms, "Borrowed Nights" is not a fanfiction, nor is it an imitation. It is my own voice, told through characters who never had one—
A broken courtesan.
A quiet cultivator.
Two fading echoes in a world that only remembers the loudest heroes.
I’ve always admired stories like The Untamed and MDZS, but this tale is my own creation, shaped with a different ache, a different depth.
Thank you for walking into the wrong room with them.
Maybe... something right is waiting inside.
