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Hi everyone,I wanted to put a quick disclaimer here before you start reading this story. I wrote it between work commitments, so I haven’t had time to proofread, edit, or check for any mistakes or repetitions. I don't really like the way it came out, so I'll work on it.I apologize to anyone who finds this a bit bothersome. I’ll be proofreading and correcting it once I get some time off now that Christmas and jew year have passed. Wishing you all a very happy New Year!!For those of you discovering the story, I appreciate your patience and understanding. 🙏For those who’ve already started reading, don’t worry—these changes won’t affect the storyline. They’ll just clear up some repetitions and minor issues, so you can keep reading without needing to go back (unless you’d like to reread it for fun, of course!). Enjoy the story! 🫶🏻
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"Every story begins somewhere, children," the old man said, his voice warm and measured, "but how does one start the tale of a man both feared and revered-the Sandman? They say his name is whispered through shadows and dreams, a figure of dread, mystery, and wonder. In the realm where imagination weaves its magic, he reigns supreme. And yet, behind the legend lies a lonely soul."Lan Wangji leaned against the frosted window, listening as the old man wove his tale for the children nestled snugly in their beds. The Sandman-his name, his title-always felt foreign on mortal tongues. Yet, it was true: each night, he crossed the fragile threshold between reality and dreams, granting the gift of peaceful slumber to weary souls. As he departed the village that night, his thoughts lingered on the name humans had given him.Lan Wangji, son of the snow goddess and the wind god, possessed the rare ability to summon sleep and weave beautiful dreams. His elder brother, Lan Xichen, carried a different gift-the power to awaken with the melodic notes of his flute. Together, they lived atop Gusu Mountain, their ethereal sanctuary aptly called the "Cloud Recesses."Lan Wangji cherished his palace nestled among the clouds. The temperature was perpetually perfect for someone of his nature-not too cold, not too warm. The ethereal realm, cloaked in mist and, to his mother's greatest delight, occasionally graced with snow, had once been a place of happiness. Yet, since her passing, the snow had become a rare and bittersweet occurrence. Raised under the stern gaze of his uncle, the god of the stars, Wangji had grown into a figure of unyielding discipline and precision. His uncle's firm and celestial nature shaped him into the embodiment of order and restraint.This rigid demeanor set him apart from others, especially children, who kept their distance out of respect-and a touch of fear. Wangji found solace in their avoidance. He hadn't sought friendship, nor had he yearned for their company. The nickname "Sandman" first emerged during a childhood incident, when he refused to share his possessions with another child. A scuffle ensued, and in the heat of the moment, his powers accidentally put the child to sleep. By the next day, whispers of the "Sandman" spread, inspired by the powdery, snow-like substance he used to summon dreams. Though initially annoyed that his luminous dream dust was compared to common sand, he soon embraced the name. If it instilled fear and kept people at arm's length, all the better.Over time, Wangji learned to wield his abilities with gentleness, his presence alone soothing even the most restless souls. The peace he brought was profound, a balm to weary hearts. But even this gentle touch could not erase the isolation that shadowed his existence. Beyond the rare visits from his brother, Lan Xichen, Wangji's days and nights were cloaked in solitude.Though he lived to guide mortals in their dreams, direct contact with them was strictly forbidden. It was a rule he followed without question, for the balance between the divine and mortal realms was fragile. This distance was necessary, or so he told himself. Yet the swirling rumors and eerie stories surrounding his name made the separation feel heavier. While they served to ensure the world kept its distance, they also reminded him of the vast divide he could never cross.Deep within the quiet of his heart, Wangji could not help but wonder if the loneliness he carried was the price of his gifts-or if it was something else entirely.Due to his aversion to physical contact and the touch of others, Wangji had never longed for companionship or friendship. He understood his role and embraced the solitude that came with it, even if that solitude was a constant companion, unbroken for centuries. As the god of the moon and the Sandman, his responsibilities were immense and unyielding. Each night, he ensured the moon shone brightly over the world, its silvery glow a beacon for those below. And each night, he walked the fine line between reality and dreams, ushering mortals into peaceful slumber. It was a duty he could not neglect, not even for a single moment.His cold, distant demeanor did more than keep others away-it was a shield forged by years of responsibility. And yet, even behind that shield, there was little room for personal desires. Time for himself was a luxury he could never afford. He did not know how to seek companionship, nor did he understand the nuances of friendship. Wangji had never had a true friend, and his interactions were often limited to silence or the battles that demanded his skill and strength. At nineteen, he had already become a force to be reckoned with-an unapproachable figure revered as Hanguang Jun, a title that only spoke to the idealized version of him. The real Wangji, though, was weighed down by his duties, alone in his divine role, ever distanced from the world.Yet, on one particular night, when the moon hung low and luminous in the star-strewn sky, something shifted. Wangji stood at the edge of his realm, where the boundary between dreams and the waking world seemed almost tangible. He gazed down upon the world of humans, his watchful eyes scanning the peaceful landscape below.It was a night like any other-tranquil, the world bathed in the serene glow of the moon, with each human already deep in slumber. To Wangji, it seemed as if the human realm no longer needed him, as if his presence had become a mere formality in the great rhythm of the universe.But then, just as he was about to turn away, something caught his eye. A figure- stood at the precipice where dreams and reality intertwined.Draped in dark attire, the figure radiated an unmistakable aura of power. Wangji's senses sharpened immediately-there was no mistaking the God of the Night, Wei Wuxian. Tales of his defiance, his breaking of rules, and his love for chaos were well-known.Wei Wuxian stood at the edge of the cliff, gazing down at the world below with a wistful expression. His cloak fluttered like a shadow caught in the night wind, the vast human realm stretching out beneath him.For Wangji, this was a breach of territory. The edge of this cliff, where the boundary between the realms of dreams and the human world was thin, was meant only for the Sandman. Wei Wuxian's presence here stirred a strange mix of irritation and intrigue. Though Wangji knew he couldn't deny the God of the Night the right to wander, this intrusion could not go unchallenged. He recalled Wei Wuxian's expressed desire to explore the world below-an impulse that had brought Wangji to this moment, duty driving him forward.The words escaped his lips sharper than intended: "You dare tread where you do not belong, God of the Night."Wei Wuxian turned, eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint. His smile never faltered, as though he'd expected this exact reaction. He looked Wangji over with lazy interest, his posture relaxed."The famous Sandman, Lan Wangji," Wei Wuxian remarked with a teasing tone. "I've heard you're strong, stern, and utterly lacking in fun. I thought I'd see for myself. Besides, you hardly ever leave your little corner of the world. I figured I'd pay a visit and make it less lonely."Wangji's expression remained impassive, his sense of duty to protect the realm of dreams clear. The boundary between realms was not to be crossed freely. "This place is forbidden to you. The world of dreams is not for your trespassing. Leave."Wei Wuxian's grin widened, unbothered by the reprimand. With a careless step forward, he closed the distance between them, as if the cliff's edge had no weight at all. "You're a dutiful guardian, Wangji," he said, his voice light and teasing. "But I've always been one to challenge boundaries. It's in my nature."The God of Night's presence stirred unease in Wangji, though he held his composure. "Respect the sanctity of this realm and depart," he commanded.Wei Wuxian sighed theatrically. "Very well, Sandman. I'll leave your precious dream world-for now," he replied, stepping back. "But remember, Wangji, we'll meet again, whether in dreams or reality."With a playful wink, Wei Wuxian turned and disappeared into the night. Wangji watched him go, a sense of foreboding settling over him, wondering if their encounter would have consequences beyond this moment.Rather than waiting for Odin's response, Wangji decided to address the matter directly. He made his way to the palace, and as fate would have it, Odin was available to grant him an audience. Wangji knelt before the Allfather, ready to confess."I spoke with the God of the Night at the boundary between our realms and the human world," Wangji said solemnly. "I acknowledge my transgression and accept whatever consequences may come."Odin listened intently, his expression stern. The weight of his presence was felt across the realms. After a long pause, he finally spoke."Lan Wangji, you have breached the sacred boundary that separates our worlds," Odin's voice resonated with authority. "You have endangered not only our realm but the human world as well. The consequences of your actions could have been catastrophic. Wei Wuxian is a constant defiance to me, but you, one of my most loyal children, knew the rules. Why didn't you act to stop him?"Wangji bowed his head, accepting his mistake. "I acknowledge my transgression and will accept whatever punishment you deem fit, Allfather."Before Odin could respond, Wei Wuxian strolled into the room, his demeanor nonchalant. He paused beside Wangji and, without missing a beat, knelt as well."Must you always rush to confess?" Wei Wuxian whispered to Wangji, then turned to Odin. "I was the one trespassing. If punishment is due, let it fall on me."Odin studied Wei Wuxian briefly before turning to his guards. "Fetch Freya," he commanded.Wei Wuxian sighed, knowing well what was coming.Freya entered, her whip in hand, her irritation evident. "Father, you called?" Her eyes landed on Wei Wuxian. "You again, Wei Ying? How many times must I teach you with this?"Wei Wuxian remained quiet, fully aware that both he and Wangji were about to face the consequences of his reckless actions. Odin gave Freya her instructions and left the room, leaving the two gods to face their punishment.¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝓔𝓝𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 1¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸
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Wangji and Wei Wuxian knelt side by side, awaiting their punishment. Wei Wuxian's ears twitched when he heard the number of lashes assigned to them—and his eyes widened as he realized Wangji was to receive more."But it was my fault! Why is he getting punished more than me?" he exclaimed, even though Odin had already left.Freya, standing nearby, let out a heavy sigh. "A-Xian, why is it always you? And this time, you even dragged Hanguang Jun into your mess.""This isn't fair!" Wei Wuxian protested, turning to Freya, who held the whip. "You can't do this—make us take the same number of lashes! No, actually, give me more, or better yet, don't whip Lan Zhan at all. He's innocent!"Lan Wangji remained calm, his voice steady. "Carry out Odin's orders. There is no need for leniency."Wei Wuxian stared at him, incredulous. "Seriously, Lan Zhan? Why are you—"Freya interrupted, exasperated. "A-Xian, stop. Do you want me dragged into this as well?""No, but honestly, this is ridiculous! I get 150 lashes for trespassing, being loud—okay, fine, and maybe for trying to sneak into the mortal realm—don't look at me like that, I said maybe! But Lan Zhan gets 200 just for chasing me? Really?" Wei Wuxian's indignation was overflowing.Freya crossed her arms. "It's called consequences, something you clearly struggle to grasp. It's supposed to teach you a lesson—a lesson you seem incapable of learning! Why do you always have to provoke him?"Wei Wuxian's grin widened, unapologetic. "Because watching his face twist in displeasure is my daily dose of entertainment!"Lan Wangji remained silent, outwardly composed but inwardly conflicted. How could Wei Wuxian joke like this? After everything they had been through, why was he so insistent on shouldering a burden that wasn't his to bear?The joking stopped abruptly when Wei Wuxian grew serious. "I'm sorry, Wen Qing. Let's get this over with. Jiejie is probably already waiting for me."Freya sighed, gripping the whip reluctantly. She hated this part of her role, but she had no choice."Alright," she murmured, stepping behind them. Orders were orders, no matter how unjust.The first lash struck with brutal force, making Wei Wuxian falter. He steadied himself just in time, bracing a hand on his knee as the whip continued its relentless assault. Each strike burned his skin, but from the corner of his eye, he noticed Lan Wangji, motionless, expressionless—as if he felt nothing."Are you made of iron, Lan Zhan?" Wei Wuxian wondered incredulously. This was Wangji's first punishment, yet his impassive face betrayed no pain, no weakness. The whip cracked again and again against him, but he remained a pillar of stoic resolve.When Freya finally stopped, Wei Wuxian trembled, exhausted. He stayed rooted in place, silently waiting for Lan Wangji's punishment to end. He kept his eyes fixed on Odin's throne, refusing to look at the scene beside him. Only when the whip fell silent did he dare to turn his head, every movement drawing a grimace.Wangji's back struck him harder than any lash could. Crimson welts marred his skin, and blood seeped through his once-immaculate white robes. Wei Wuxian's chest tightened with guilt; those marks, that pain—it was his fault. He knew all too well the sting of the whip, but seeing this suffering inflicted on Wangji crushed him with a shame he couldn't ignore.Freya's voice broke the heavy silence. "Compose yourselves and leave. Stop by the cold springs if you wish—the nymphs can tend to you.""That won't be necessary," Wangji replied, his tone as firm as his demeanor, his calm unshaken.Wei Wuxian groaned theatrically, attempting to lighten the mood. "Ahhh, Wen Qing, you were too harsh! It hurts so much!""Serves you right!" Freya shot back. "Next time, think before you break the rules." Without waiting for a reply, she strode out of the room.Wei Wuxian's attempt at levity faded as he cast a final glance at Wangji. He opened his mouth to speak, but quickly closed it, knowing any apology would sound hollow. Instead, he resolved to bear the weight of his guilt—and to ensure he never caused such harm again.When the room emptied, a heavy silence settled as they slowly rose. Neither spoke as they left the throne room, heads held high despite the searing pain coursing through their bodies. Wei Wuxian clutched his back with each step; this time, the pain was nearly unbearable.The castle corridors stretched long and quiet, heavy with unspoken words. Wei Wuxian remained silent until they reached the open air, far from Odin's watchful gaze. Only then did he turn to Wangji, frustration spilling out."You didn't have to report it," he murmured. "You were punished for nothing."Wangji's face remained impassive, his tone unwavering. "Wei Ying should not have been there."Wei Wuxian sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know, alright? I can't help it. I crave adventure. But I'll be more careful next time. I promise."Wangji's voice cut through, firm and final. "There will be no next time. Stay away from me and my realm."Wei Wuxian's playful expression faltered, replaced by visible hurt. "Lan Zhan, you don't mean that.""I do," Wangji replied, his gaze unyielding.Wei Wuxian's disappointment gave way to irritation. "You're so insufferably rigid, Lan Zhan. It's like you don't know how to live.""Pleasure isn't worth the consequences," Wangji retorted dryly.As they parted ways, a sense of nostalgia enveloped Wei Wuxian. Despite Wangji's coldness and his own penchant for trouble, he was drawn to the stoic god. The thought lingered as he walked away, refusing to fade.When Wei Wuxian finally reached his divine domain, he paused at the entrance, letting the cool air soothe his frayed nerves. The journey had taken longer than expected—he had taken a detour to gather flowers, unable to resist the brilliance of blooms lining the path.He made his way to the sacred grove, a timeless place. Towering trees formed a protective canopy, their ancient branches filtering sunlight into soft, shifting patterns. At the grove's heart stood a colossal oak, its trunk inscribed with countless runes—a testament to the devotion of visitors over the centuries.Wei Wuxian knelt at the base of the oak tree, his fingers sinking into the cool, soft earth. He closed his eyes and drew a steadying breath before speaking."Jiejie," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I hope you can hear me. I've missed you every day. The pain... it never truly fades. But I've done as you asked—I carried on."From his robes, he retrieved a small bundle of wildflowers, their delicate white petals intertwined with vibrant bluebells. He placed them gently at the tree's base, a quiet offering of remembrance."I've come far," he continued, his gaze lingering on the ancient runes etched into the tree's bark by countless others seeking solace or forgiveness. "I've made friends and risen to become the God of Night. But I wish you were here to share it all. I wonder what you would think of me now."Silence enveloped the grove as his thoughts drifted, his eyes tracing the carved symbols of those who had come before him."I hope you've found peace," he whispered, his voice trembling. "I hope you're happy, wherever you are. And I hope..." His words faltered, the weight of unspoken fears pressing against him. With a deep breath, he finished, "I hope he didn't steal your chance at a better life."He lingered a moment longer, his gaze fixed on the tree as if it could offer him the answers he sought. Then, with a heavy heart, he turned away, knowing he would return again and again to this sacred place where his memories of her remained alive.As he walked back to his domain, the warmth of her memory accompanied him, though it could never replace the void of her absence.His home, stark and cold, greeted him with its emptiness. The sparsely furnished room was a reflection of his transient life, spent far more in the world beyond than within its hollow walls. He collapsed onto the bed, his thoughts drifting back to the moment that had led him to the Gusu Lan sect realm.That day, he had wandered aimlessly, his mind too clouded to choose a destination. He hadn't expected Lan Wangji to confront him, demanding his departure. Wei Wuxian knew all too well of Wangji's strict adherence to rules. It was why he'd tried to avoid him since their youth. Yet, despite his resolve, he'd never been able to resist Wangji's gravity."Why do I even want to be your friend, Lan Zhan?" he groaned aloud, the sound echoing in the lifeless room.Wei Wuxian's fascination with Lan Wangji had never faded. He remembered their childhood vividly—especially the day Wangji had arrived at school with red and black butterflies painted on his forearm.That day, Wangji had been more withdrawn than usual, not even offering his customary polite nods. Sitting alone in a quiet corner, his expression distant, the butterflies on his arm had suddenly taken flight.Wei Wuxian had watched, entranced, as the vibrant creatures danced around Wangji, their delicate wings shimmering like living jewels. Wangji had held one gently on his slender finger, his stillness making the moment seem otherworldly.It was then that Zhū Chénmíng had approached, drawn by the butterflies' beauty. Wei Wuxian had watched as Zhū Chénmíng attempted to capture them. He'd heard Wangji repeatedly ask him to stop, but when Zhū Chénmíng crushed one of the butterflies in his hand, Wangji's calm exterior shattered. In a swift movement, he withdrew a pouch from his uniform and blew a fine white powder into Zhū Chénmíng's face, sending him collapsing to the ground. Wangji then gently collected the injured butterfly and glared at the surrounding students before retreating to an isolated corner.The incident had imprinted itself on Wei Wuxian's mind, deepening his fascination with Wangji. Now, as an adult, he was drawn not only to Wangji's stern exterior but to the surprising gentleness in his eyes. His desire to be friends with Wangji was stronger than anything else, even if it meant navigating the complexity of his emotions."It's decided! I won't bother you anymore, Lan Zhan!" Wei Wuxian declared to his ceiling, his resolve firm.But it lasted only a week. During that time, he focused on his duties as the God of Night, tending to the divine realm and helping those who sought his guidance. Despite the fulfillment of his responsibilities, Wei Wuxian couldn't escape the emptiness that lingered within him.He found himself missing the bickering, the sparks that flew whenever their paths crossed. It was as if something vital was missing without those moments between them.One evening, unable to resist, Wei Wuxian decided to visit the Cloud Recesses. He told himself it was merely to ensure everything was in order, but deep down, he knew the real reason.As he walked through the tranquil halls, memories of his childhood with Lan Wangji resurfaced, reminding him of simpler times when their only focus had been to learn more about themselves.Lost in thought, Wei Wuxian wandered to a familiar cliff—the same one where Lan Wangji had chastised him just weeks ago. The memory of that day made him smile wistfully."I really am hopeless, aren't I?" Wei Wuxian muttered to himself, realizing he had broken his own promise to stay away from Lan Wangji.Just as he turned to leave, a voice cut through his thoughts."Wei Ying, what are you doing here?"Wei Wuxian's heart skipped a beat. He turned to find Lan Wangji standing there, his gaze sharp but not unkind."I... I was just checking on the Cloud Recesses," Wei Wuxian stammered, searching for a better excuse.Lan Wangji gave a small nod, as if understanding the truth that remained unspoken. "It's good to see you."Wei Wuxian smiled, a sense of relief washing over him. Maybe, just maybe, their friendship was still possible, despite the barriers they'd faced. He didn't linger in the Cloud Recesses that day, but as he departed, a renewed determination stirred within him. It was a small step forward, but a step nonetheless, and he was eager to see where it would lead.This newfound resolve only fueled his relentless attempts to breach Wangji's solitude. For six long months, every night, Wei Wuxian appeared at the gates of Cloud Recesses, demanding to see Lan Wangji. Wangji's nights were disturbed without fail. Each time he thought Wei Wuxian had finally obeyed, the stubborn youth proved him wrong.During those months, they clashed twice in the moonlight, their swords ringing in the night air. Neither used their divine powers, careful to keep their skirmishes hidden from Odin's watchful gaze. Wei Wuxian fought to avoid another painful whipping from Freya, while Wangji was driven by the shame of his own anger.On the night of the full moon, Wangji had steeled himself to ignore Wei Wuxian's calls, as he had countless times before. But an unusual silence hung in the air, raising his hopes for a peaceful night. His optimism was short-lived, however, as a sudden crash shattered the calm.With swift movements, he donned his robes and took his sword, stepping out of the Jingshi into the courtyard.There, Wei Wuxian sat on the ground, wincing as he rubbed his sore bottom. He had clearly fallen hard. Wangji felt a mix of annoyance and concern, but he hid his emotions well."Why are you here again?" Wangji's voice was stern, though a thread of exasperation slipped through.Wei Wuxian grumbled loudly, ignoring Wangji's question in favor of his complaint. "Why are your walls so high? You're already in the clouds, on a mountain! Do you really need these towering walls? Lan disciples don't just die from your pointless rules, but from trying to scale these walls!""Our rules and boundaries are necessary," Wangji replied firmly. "They are not to be broken. There is a door for those who respect them."Wei Wuxian sighed dramatically, still nursing his sore backside. "You're no fun, Lan Zhan. The door only opens when you're ready to fight me! What else was I supposed to do but climb over? Tonight, I just wanted to talk."Wangji's expression remained stern. "We are not friends," he said bluntly, the distinction clear in his tone. He couldn't understand why Wei Wuxian insisted on their friendship. Emotional barriers had always surrounded him, and the walls of Cloud Recesses mirrored that distance."What? Of course we are! We got punished together!" Wei Wuxian exclaimed, mockingly offended, as if the idea of not being friends was absurd.Wangji's brows furrowed. "Punishment doesn't make us friends," he said. "It was your actions that led to it."Wei Wuxian shrugged nonchalantly. "Details. Besides, you were the one who reported me to Odin."Wangji sighed, frustration evident. "Wei Ying, our realms have rules for a reason. We must abide by them, or it will bring disaster."Wei Wuxian stood and brushed off his robes. "I know, I know. But life's more fun when you take a few risks."Wangji remained resolute. "Some risks are not worth taking. Please leave," he said firmly."Lan Zhan! We're both made for the night, meant to work together—like the moon and the dark!" Wei Wuxian pleaded, searching Wangji's face for understanding."I do not wish to work with anyone," Wangji replied flatly, closing the door on further discussion.Wei Wuxian sighed, realizing that Wangji wouldn't budge. "Fine, fine, I get it. You're the stoic and serious type. I'll leave you to your solitude, Lan Zhan."With that, Wei Wuxian leaped gracefully over the courtyard wall and disappeared into the night. As the moonlight bathed the surroundings in its soft glow, Wangji couldn't help but feel a pang of regret for his harsh words.
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After regretting his harsh words that night, Wangji had hoped his sternness would finally dissuade Wei Ying from his persistent attempts at friendship. Yet, much to his confusion, it hadn’t. Somewhere along the way, Wangji had begun to think of Wei Wuxian as Wei Ying in his own thoughts—a habit that had crept in without notice and now felt oddly natural.Despite his cold facade, Wangji found himself strangely moved by Wei Ying's unrelenting determination. No one had ever shown such resolve in breaching the walls—both literal and emotional—Wangji had built. Though he concealed his feelings well, he was not immune to the warmth of such unyielding attention.For years, Wangji had lived a life of solitude, his only company being a handful of disciples under his uncle’s guidance. His duties as the Sandman allowed little interaction beyond what was necessary. Yet, even if he wouldn’t admit it aloud, there was a part of him that didn’t entirely resent Wei Ying’s visits. Wangji never lied, after all.If he believed his aloofness and stern refusals would discourage Wei Ying, he had underestimated him entirely. Wei Ying had perfected the art of scaling the towering walls of the Cloud Recesses, and now Wangji often returned from his duties to find him perched atop them, grinning and waving as if it were the most natural thing in the world. For thirty-two nights, Wei Ying simply smiled at him, content with just being seen.But on the thirty-third night, things changed. Beneath the soft glow of the full moon, Wangji returned, his body weary from hours of lectures delivered by his uncle—lectures on rules, decorum, and the importance of boundaries. Fatigue weighed heavily on him, and all he desired was to collapse into the quiet sanctuary of his bed.Unfortunately, that night, Wei Ying decided to break his silence. As Wangji entered the courtyard, hoping to ignore his ever-present visitor, Wei Ying called his name. Loudly. And with increasing vigor."Lan Zhan! Are you deaf tonight, or just determined to avoid me?" Wei Ying's playful voice rang out, echoing through the courtyard.Wangji sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as weariness weighed him down. It was going to be a long night."Lan Zhan! Hey! Hello!" Wei Ying's persistent calls only grew louder.With a deep breath, Wangji turned toward him, his expression stoic but laced with a flicker of irritation. "Wei Ying, it is late. I need rest."Wei Ying, undeterred, leaped gracefully from the wall, landing with a playful grin. "Late? Lan Zhan, the night is still young! The moon and the night—they come alive together!"Wangji arched a single brow at the dramatics. "What nonsense are you spouting now?"Gesturing grandly to the full moon above, Wei Ying grinned wider. "The moon, Lan Zhan! Look at it tonight—so bright, so beautiful. It's practically begging us to enjoy it together.""You cannot persist in scaling my walls and invading my realm simply to admire the moon," Wangji replied, his voice low and heavy with exasperation.Wei Ying laughed, the sound light and teasing. "Oh, come now. Life is far more interesting with company! And I am not just anyone—I’m the God of Night, for heaven’s sake! If I can't admire the moon, who can?"Wangji's grip on his sword tightened. He sighed, knowing ignoring Wei Ying wouldn’t work tonight. "You’re insufferably shameless."The moonlight bathed the garden, its glow soft and serene. Wei Ying, undeterred by Wangji’s scolding, tilted his head and smiled. "Lan Zhan, tell me this: if you truly despise me, say so, and I’ll never bother you again. But if that’s not the case, let’s just talk. No fights, no games—just talk."Wangji’s eyes lingered on Wei Ying for a moment before he gave a silent nod. There was something in Wei Ying’s persistence that chipped away at his defenses, a sincerity he couldn’t ignore.Wei Ying’s smile widened as he stepped closer. "Finally! A breakthrough. I knew you couldn't resist me forever."But before Wangji could respond, a soft rustle of fabric drew his attention. His eyes flicked toward the edge of the garden, where a familiar figure stood.Lan Xichen, draped in his pristine white robes, stood beneath the ancient tree at the heart of the garden. The moonlight cast a silver halo around him as he gazed up at the sky."Brother," Wangji called, making his way toward him, his voice steady but laced with surprise.Lan Xichen turned, his serene smile meeting Wangji's eyes. "Wangji? Master Wei? Are you two okay?" His voice, filled with concern, greeted them."Young Master Lan," Wei Ying bowed formally, the playful glint never leaving his eyes."Good Evening, Young Master Wei. I'm very pleased to meet the well-known God of the Night," Xichen smiled warmly."Please just use my name," Wei Ying smiled back, his tone light and easy.Lan Xichen chuckled softly, amusement flickering in his eyes as he watched the easy camaraderie between the two. "It seems you have company tonight, Wangji."Wei Ying grinned unabashedly. "Your brother's infamous walls couldn’t keep me out! Though, to be fair, they put up quite the fight."Lan Xichen chuckled again, his gaze moving between the two. "It seems you've met someone who defies every boundary you've set, Wangji. Perhaps the night truly holds unexpected companionship."Wangji remained silent, his expression unreadable, but his brother’s words lingered in the cool night air, stirring thoughts he couldn’t easily dismiss."Well, Lan Zhan, let's watch the moon another time. I’ll leave you two to discuss." Wei Ying’s grin grew wider as he began to back away, bowing cheerfully. "It was a pleasure seeing you, Lan Xichen! See you later, Lan Zhan!"Wei Ying disappeared into the night with his usual exuberance, leaving the two brothers standing under the moonlight."Young Master Wei sure is upholding his reputation! What a joyful boy," Lan Xichen observed with a warm smile, his gaze following Wei Ying’s retreating figure."He is shameless," Wangji couldn't help but add, his tone a mix of exasperation and something softer, the faintest trace of fondness hidden in his words."But he is a great match for you, right? I'm glad you're making a friend, Wangji." Lan Xichen remarked, his eyes gentle as he looked at his younger brother."We are not friends," Wangji reiterated, his stubbornness showing in his clipped tone.Lan Xichen sighed softly, shaking his head. "Wangji, Uncle is right about a lot of things, and I'm forever grateful for how he took great care of us. But you should not refuse friendship just because he is less disciplined than you.""Odin forbids it," Wangji blurted out, his voice filled with a mixture of frustration and resignation. The strict rules of the divine realms weighed heavily on his decisions, even in matters of friendship and companionship."Why? Did he tell you?" Lan Xichen inquired, curious about the specifics."He never justifies himself; he orders, and we obey," Wangji explained with a hint of bitterness."Is that why you were punished the other day?" Lan Xichen asked, connecting the dots."Hmm," Wangji confirmed with a nod, unwilling to delve further into the matter. The weight of the punishment still lingered in his thoughts, but he didn’t want to discuss it further. Sensing his brother’s reluctance, Lan Xichen simply smiled and said,"You know, he is only afraid Master Wei would corrupt your righteous mind, and you both could compromise the human realm."Wangji considered his brother's words, his expression distant. He knew Odin's concerns held some truth, yet the curiosity Wei Wuxian stirred in him was undeniable. What was it like to have a friend—someone there by choice, not by blood? The thought troubled him, yet he couldn't dismiss the connection he felt with Wei Wuxian.In the end, he nodded and left, the struggle between duty and the desire for companionship lingering in his heart. When he returned to the Jingshi, he found a red envelope on his small table. He picked it up, recognizing Wei Wuxian's messy handwriting."When did he have time to leave this?" Wangji wondered, his mind racing. "How did he get in? Did anyone see him?"The envelope was addressed simply: Lan Zhan, please read me!Wangji smiled despite himself, slowly opening it. As he did, a small white paper slipped out and fluttered to the floor. He bent down and froze—It was a drawing of him, engrossed in his studies. He set it aside carefully, admiring Wei Wuxian's skill, and promised himself to keep it safe.He opened the letter, his gaze steady."Lan Zhan,Guess who’s back to annoy you? Yep, it’s your favorite troublemaker, Wei Ying! Don’t worry, I didn’t invade your privacy while you weren’t home—no spying, I promise! But I thought we should talk.We’ve been through a lot, haven’t we? Clashed swords, exchanged harsh words, even survived Freya’s punishment (who could forget that whipping, right?). But here’s the thing—I’ve been thinking. Maybe, just maybe, we could be friends. Shocking, right? But think about it. We’ve spent so much time together, and neither of us is going anywhere anytime soon. So why not make the best of it?I know lectures can be a bore (especially the one with your uncle lecturing us all like we’re children), but I couldn’t help myself. I saw you all serious and focused, and I just had to capture the moment. So, I did what I do best—I drew you, Lan Zhan! It’s cute how into your studies you get, even when you’ve probably already memorized everything. That’s what makes you you.So, what do you say? Friends? I promise I won’t get into too much trouble (no guarantees, though), and maybe we can even have some fun together. I’ll be waiting for your response, and who knows, maybe this is the start of something great!Yours (whether you like it or not),Wei WuxianP.S. You’ve got a few days to answer, Lan Zhan. If not, I might just show up at your door uninvited again. You know how persistent I can be—and you wouldn’t want me causing a ruckus, would you?"Lan Wangji folded the letter, placing it alongside the drawing in his nightstand. A rare smile tugged at his lips. Wei Ying is certainly bold, he thought to himself. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to offer an answer—not yet. He wanted to embrace this possibility of friendship after centuries of solitude, but the weight of responsibility and consequence loomed large in his mind, far beyond simply gaining a companion.When morning came, Wangji hadn’t slept at all. The night had been spent turning over the letter in his mind, wrestling with thoughts that tugged at his heart. Months of conflict and Wei Ying's unyielding persistence had left him drained. He found himself reflecting on how his initial disregard for the God of Night had shifted. Wei Ying remained loud, shameless, and often excessive, yet there was kindness beneath that brash exterior, a fun, unpredictable energy that had slowly, imperceptibly, crept into Wangji’s life. The mix of emotions was unsettling—torn between duty and the temptation of companionship."Wangji, what will you do?" he whispered to the empty room, seeking an answer that wouldn’t come. The question lingered in the silence, heavy with the knowledge that his next step would shape more than just his own path.In an unexpected turn, Lan Wangji made a decision. For the first time in months, he opened the door to Wei Ying, inviting him in for tea. As he led the God of Night inside, an unfamiliar sense of curiosity and unease settled within him. The usual tension between them seemed to fade, replaced by something new—a quiet, fragile camaraderie. Wangji moved about the room, preparing tea in silence, the soft sounds of pouring and the rustle of robes the only noise breaking the stillness.Wei Ying took a seat, his usual mischievousness tempered by a contemplative mood. His eyes followed Wangji’s every movement, noting the elegance in each gesture."You have a beautiful place, Lan Zhan," Wei Ying remarked, his voice breaking the quiet. "So serene. I can see why you’re drawn to it."Wangji nodded, the rare compliment settling in his chest. "It is my home, the Jingshi.""Why did you name it that?" Wei Ying asked, curiosity in his eyes."It was named by my father. It was once my mother’s place of residence, and I came to live here not long ago," Wangji explained, his tone measured but not unkind.Wei Ying nodded thoughtfully, his expression softening. "I see. So, it holds a lot of sentimental value for you.""Yes," Wangji replied, keeping the conversation simple. He was not one for lengthy explanations.As they drank tea in comfortable silence, the change in their dynamic became apparent. No arguments, no sharp words—just the quiet companionship of two souls at an unexpected crossroads. Wangji found himself strangely at peace, realizing that perhaps, Wei Ying's offer of friendship was not as unwelcome as he had once thought.After a while, Wei Ying set his empty cup down and leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on Wangji."You know, Lan Zhan, we've crossed paths for so long, yet we've barely spoken until now."Wangji remained quiet, his expression unreadable. "I am the God of the Moon, and you the God of the Night. Our paths do not often intersect."Wei Ying smiled thoughtfully. "True, but our realms are more connected than most realize. The night and dreams—they complement each other in ways people rarely understand."Wangji couldn't help but nod, his voice soft but firm. "The night is the canvas; dreams are the strokes that color it."Wei Ying's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "I've heard stories about the Sandman, the guardian of dreams. They say you weave the most enchanting dreams, bringing peace to those in slumber."Wangji's face remained stoic, though he couldn’t help but feel a flicker of acknowledgment. "Hmm." He was used to such rumors, his talents well-known across the realms, even to someone as attuned to the night as Wei Ying.Wei Ying’s smile deepened, genuine respect now reflected in his expression. "Lan Zhan, your dedication to your duty is truly admirable."The tension that had once charged the air between them began to fade, replaced by a growing understanding. Wangji, as if instinctively, refilled Wei Ying's cup, an unspoken gesture of hospitality."As the God of Night, my role is different," Wei Ying mused, sipping his tea. "I embrace the mysteries that emerge in the dark hours—the dreams, the nightmares, the secrets and desires that stir beneath the veil of night."Wangji listened intently, a quiet curiosity rising within him. "Overseeing the night must present its own challenges."Wei Ying’s grin widened mischievously. "It can be quite entertaining, yes," he agreed, his eyes twinkling. "But it’s also solitary. That’s why, from time to time, I seek the company of someone like you, Lan Zhan."Wangji arched an eyebrow, surprised by Wei Ying’s candidness. "Someone like me?"Wei Ying leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "Someone who understands the delicate balance between our realms. Someone who shares an appreciation for the beauty of the night and the dreams it creates." His smile softened. "Apart from my Jiejie, you're the only one I’ve found who’s worth knowing."Wangji met his gaze steadily, a subtle warmth in his eyes. Perhaps there was more to the God of Night than he had initially thought. In that moment, the night seemed to hold infinite possibilities—possibilities Wangji had never considered before.The hours passed, and the two continued exchanging stories. Wei Ying spoke of the wild adventures and hidden mysteries that thrived in the dark, his words tinged with both humor and wistfulness. Wangji, a man of few words, listened carefully, his thoughts drawn deeper into the nature of Wei Ying's realm.Though Wei Ying occasionally exaggerated some of his escapades for entertainment, Wangji didn’t need to know the details—he could feel the sincerity in the way Wei Ying spoke of his world. And as the conversation unfolded, Wangji began to see beyond the mischief and the noise. He saw compassion, a depth of character that intrigued him.He also realized that Wei Ying’s intrusion on the cliff had stemmed from a genuine desire to understand and observe the lives of mortals, not just the celestial realms they ruled.For his part, Wei Ying found himself increasingly drawn to Wangji’s quiet resolve and the deep sense of duty he carried. There was something unspoken between them—something that had started to shift in subtle ways.As the first light of dawn began to paint the sky with hues of pink and gold, Wangji escorted Wei Ying to the courtyard. The new day beckoned, yet the night lingered in the quiet, like a secret shared between the two."Wei Ying," Wangji said softly, "you should depart before the day fully arrives."Wei Ying gave a small nod, his eyes lingering on Wangji. "Thank you for the tea, Lan Zhan. I’ll see you again soon. I promise."With a graceful leap, Wei Ying vaulted over the courtyard wall, vanishing into the dissipating darkness. Wangji watched him leave, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. There was a warmth in his chest, a feeling he hadn’t expected to find in this fleeting encounter.As the sun climbed higher in the sky, Wangji returned to his Jingshi, the memory of their conversation still vivid in his mind. The connection they’d forged in the quiet hours of the night had opened something new within him—an unexpected bridge between two realms.Lying in bed, Wangji couldn't help but entertain a thought he hadn’t dared before: perhaps, just perhaps, Wei Ying could truly become his friend.¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝓔𝓝𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 3¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸
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Time stretched on like an unyielding river flowing through the celestial realm, and Lan Zhan found himself waiting. He had anticipated a sign, a whisper, or even a fleeting glimpse of Wei Ying's presence, but all that met him was deafening silence. Days turned into weeks, and with each passing moment, the weight of Wei Ying's absence grew heavier. Lan Zhan would often find solace beneath the ancient willow tree, his fingers tracing the intricate patterns of the bark as he contemplated the ever-evolving tapestry of their friendship. He longed for Wei Ying's laughter, his boundless energy, and the way his mere presence could illuminate even the darkest corners of their world.He hadn't expected to miss the whirlwind of energy that Wei Ying embodied, but he now had to admit that Wei Ying had left an indelible impression on him long ago. At first, it had been curiosity during their childhood; Wei Ying was the only other child who understood him and gave him space when he sought it. As they grew up, Wei Ying had always been the sunshine in their world—joyful, helpful, and exuberantly noisy. When Wei Ying had made an attempt to reconnect, Lan Wangji had immediately thought of the consequences of defying Odin's orders and worried deeply for Wei Ying's safety, leading him to reject the offer. He had longed to befriend Wei Ying, and seeing Wei Ying's eagerness had filled him with happiness.Now that Wei Ying had once again vanished into the night, Wangji realized that the feelings he harbored for the other man went beyond mere friendship. Lan Wangji had always been a man of duty and honor, but now, the yearning for something deeper had taken root within him. These thoughts weighed heavily on him, especially as Wei Ying appeared to have ceased his efforts to reach out. Lan Wangji grappled with this newfound longing and the fear of rejection.As autumn leaves began to fall, an unexpected knock on the door jolted Lan Zhan to his feet. His heart quickened with hope as he opened the door, revealing Wei Ying's familiar figure. Apologetic eyes met his, and a mischievous smile danced on Wei Ying's lips. Wangji stood there, hardly able to believe his eyes. Five months had passed since their profound conversation, though they had crossed paths occasionally. It was as if fate conspired to bring them together, orchestrating these serendipitous encounters.However, during these fleeting moments, Wei Ying had been immersed in his divine duties, hands laden with scrolls and papers. There was no room for conversation, and they merely passed each other in silence, their gazes seldom meeting.Initially, this silence had stung Lan Wangji. He couldn't help but wonder if Wei Wuxian had grown disinterested, perhaps discouraged by Lan Wangji's seemingly reserved and uneventful demeanor. But as time flowed like a river, carrying away the months, Lan Wangji began to embrace the silence as a necessary pause. In the serenity of that quiet moment, Lan Wangji found the perfect opportunity for introspection."Lan Zhan, did you miss me?" Wei Ying asked, his tone nonchalant, as though their last meeting had occurred only yesterday."Why are you here, Wei Ying?" Lan Wangji inquired, his curiosity mingled with a faint bewilderment."Because we're friends now, right?" Wei Ying replied with a dramatic flourish, placing a hand over his heart and casting puppy-dog eyes at Lan Wangji. With a sigh, Lan Wangji opened the door to his abode, welcoming Wei Ying inside.As Wei Ying crossed the threshold, a triumphant grin overtook his features. After months of persistent attempts and countless serendipitous encounters, he had broken through Lan Wangji's defenses. To Wei Ying, it was a small victory, yet it held immense significance.Lan Wangji, on the other hand, grappled with the rapid turn of events. He had resisted Wei Ying's overtures of friendship for so long, and now, he had willingly invited him into his home after months of silence. The eternal battle between duty and desire raged within him, but he couldn't deny the warmth that filled his heart as Wei Ying's cheerful presence enveloped the room."I'm sorry, Lan Zhan," Wei Ying began, his voice carrying the weight of regret. "I couldn't come sooner. Odin's been keeping a close watch on me, and I didn't want to risk your safety. It seems I'm one mistake away from imprisonment." Wei Ying chuckled, brushing off the gravity of his situation. Laughter permeated the room, and Lan Wangji found himself drawn into the mirth of the moment. It was as though Wei Ying carried an infectious playfulness that defied resistance.Relief washed over Lan Zhan, but his concern for Wei Ying's safety remained unwavering. "Wei Ying, you must be cautious," he urged, his voice tinged with worry. "Odin is not to be underestimated. We cannot afford to anger him further. But why were you supervised?"Wei Ying nodded in agreement but couldn't hide his frustration. "I know, Lan Zhan, but I hate being controlled like this. It's suffocating. But I don't want to be just another deity who cowers before him, surrendering control over my own life. I am the god of the night, after all, and my powers are vast. I should have some say in my destiny. And to answer your question, he dislikes my attitude.""Making our own choices can lead to errors," Wangji replied calmly as he prepared the tea."True, but I'd rather make my own mistakes than live in constant fear," Wei Ying responded, surprising Wangji by halting his tea service. "Lan Zhan, today, let's have some liquor. I'm not particularly fond of tea anyway."Raising an eyebrow, Wangji's composed expression didn't waver. "Liquor, Wei Ying? Alcohol is strictly forbidden in Cloud Recesses."Wei Wuxian chuckled at Wangji's initial resistance, his eyes twinkling mischievously."Lan Zhan, you truly are as serious as they say. Come on, a little liquor won't hurt. We're adults, and Gusu produces some of the finest."Wangji hesitated, maintaining his concerns about alcohol's effects. "Alcohol dulls the senses; it's not beneficial for the body.""Lan Zhan, please, let's not argue over alcohol," Wei Ying implored with a playful grin. "I'll enjoy some Emperor's Smile, and you can have your tea. We'll simply savor each other's company, alright?"After a few moments of contemplation, Wangji dipped his head in a subtle nod, a faint smile appearing at the corners of his lips. "Hmm."Wei Wuxian seized the moment, pouring a small amount of Emperor's Smile into his cup. "That's the spirit, Lan Zhan! See? This is how friends compromise."While Wangji still harbored reservations regarding alcohol, he couldn't deny the warmth that now enveloped his heart. It was an unfamiliar feeling, one that he was slowly embracing, much like the unexpected presence of Wei Ying in his life. As they savored their respective drinks, Wangji couldn't help but think that this might indeed be the start of something new—a friendship that could reshape both their destinies in unforeseen ways."Lan Zhan, have you ever wondered why Odin is displeased when we interact?" Wei Ying asked, his tone more somber.Wangji pondered Wei Ying's question for a moment, taking another sip of his tea before responding."The rules and expectations governing our realms are stringent. The Allfather fears that interactions between gods from different realms might disrupt the delicate balance of our duties."Wei Ying nodded thoughtfully. "I understand the need to maintain order, but sometimes, I wonder if we're missing out on so much by rigidly adhering to these rules. Isn't there room for a little more... flexibility?"Wangji considered Wei Ying's words, his gaze fixed on the moonlight dancing on the surface of his tea. "Perhaps," he admitted, his voice soft and contemplative. "But we must tread cautiously, Wei Ying. Our actions have consequences, not only for ourselves but for the realms we oversee."Wei Ying grinned, mischief dancing in his eyes. "Oh, Lan Zhan, always the responsible one. But you're right; we'll exercise caution. After all, we're friends now, and I wouldn't want to drag you into unnecessary trouble.""Hmm, I wouldn't wish for Wei Ying to face difficulties either," Wangji replied, concern lacing his words.Wei Ying's eyes softened as he looked at Wangji. "Lan Zhan, you're a good friend. I promise I won't let anything harm either of us."Wangji didn't know how to respond, so he chose to remain silent. Wei Ying's words lingered in the air, an unspoken acknowledgment of their deepening bond."I envy you, Lan Zhan," Wei Ying confessed, breaking the silence."Why do you envy me, Wei Ying?" Wangji inquired, curious about Wei Ying's perspective."You often have the opportunity to visit the human realm. I wish I could do the same. I admire their world from above, and I'm fascinated by their carefree nature," Wei Ying revealed, his gaze fixated on the moon above, his longing palpable.Wangji listened attentively to Wei Ying's words, his expression thoughtful. "The human realm is indeed a realm of curiosity and wonder. However, it carries its own burdens and responsibilities."Wei Ying nodded, his eyes never leaving the moon. "I understand, Lan Zhan. But still, it must be nice to have the freedom to explore, to interact with humans, and to experience their lives, even if only briefly."Wangji considered Wei Ying's perspective. "Perhaps, Wei Ying. But remember, with freedom comes responsibility, and as deities, our actions have consequences far beyond our comprehension."Wei Ying turned to look at Wangji, a wistful smile gracing his lips. "I know, Lan Zhan. But sometimes, I wish I could be a bit more like you—bound by duty yet free in your own way."Lan Wangji didn't respond immediately, allowing Wei Ying's words to linger in the air. It was a perspective he hadn't previously considered, adding another layer of depth to their blossoming friendship."Wei Ying, each of us follows our own path and carries distinct responsibilities. They shape us differently," Wangji reflected, his thoughts evident in his gaze as he looked at Wei Ying.Wei Ying's smile brightened, and he extended his cup to clink against Wangji's. "You're right, Lan Zhan. To friendship and discovering that balance."Wangji raised his cup, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. "To friendship." 🌸 Three weeks later, as Wangji gracefully roamed through the palace, his sensitive ears caught the echoes of Wei Ying's impassioned cries resonating through the grand halls. The room in Odin's divine palace felt heavy with tension as Wei Ying and Odin engaged in a heated argument.Wei Ying's voice quivered with frustration as he spoke, "Odin, I can't stand by while you impose such cruel punishments on mortals! They're suffering, and it's not right."Odin, seated on his grand throne, regarded Wei Ying with a stern expression. "Wei Ying, you forget your place. I am the ruler here, and my decisions are final. Mortals must learn the consequences of their actions.""But these punishments are excessive," Wei Ying retorted. "They're being treated like pawns in your divine games. They deserve a chance to learn and grow, not to be crushed under the weight of your wrath.""Wei Wuxian, know your place!" Odin's voice resonated. "I care about all my children!""Prove it to me! Prove it, and I will obey! You said she was with Hel, that she would be reborn if I waited long enough, if I obeyed diligently. But it never happened. It never happened because you never intended for her to return, did you? I could have followed your rules for centuries, and nothing would have changed. And NOW, now that I finally try to move forward, to accept it and embrace my true self, I am wrong?! All you desire is for me to be your obedient servant! That's all you ask of us!"Intrigued and concerned, Lan Zhan followed the anguished voice to its source. He found Odin seated regally on his magnificent throne, while Wei Ying stood before him, his emotions laid bare."Ah, Wangji, please do enter. Approach," Odin welcomed him, his presence exuding authority. Wangji entered the room but kept his gaze fixed on Odin, avoiding any glances toward Wei Ying."You see, Wangji, Wei Wuxian has repeatedly violated the rules, and now he is angry because he must face the consequences. However, it's not about you, Wei Wuxian; it's about maintaining the equilibrium between our realms."Wangji responded with a contemplative "Hmm," still uncertain about the full context of Wei Ying's outburst.Wei Ying grew angrier, his voice filled with determination, "And what about A-Yuan? He's a mortal child, Odin! He should not be caught in the crossfire of your disputes with other deities. He deserves safety and a chance to live without fear. Of course, I'm angry! You're asking me to close my eyes on them because you have every right!"Odin's expression softened slightly at the mention of A-Yuan, but he remained resolute. "A-Yuan's presence here is a strategic move, Wei Ying. He serves a purpose."Wei Ying clenched his fists, torn between his loyalty to Odin and his deep concern for A-Yuan's well-being. "It's not right, Odin. We must find a way to protect A-Yuan and ensure that mortals are treated justly."The argument reached a stalemate, with both Wei Ying and Odin unwilling to yield. Wangji stood firmly by Wei Ying's side, his demeanor exuding a sense of tranquility and composure in the midst of the charged atmosphere. He focused his unwavering attention on Odin, absorbing the unfolding conversation."Wei Wuxian, your anger is understandable, but you must grasp the gravity of the situation. The balance between the realms is a delicate harmony, and when one realm falters, it sends ripples across the others. My punishment for them is not a whimsical choice but a necessity to maintain that balance. The lower energy in that realm needs time to align with higher energies, allowing its inhabitants to thrive and preserving the equilibrium of our world."Wei Ying clenched his fists, his frustration etched across his features. "But they're suffering because of this, Odin! Humans, mortals with a very limited life span are struggling in this. It's unjust for them. Last time, thousands perished! Now only about a hundred remain. Just allow them to depart peacefully!"Finally, Wangji spoke, his voice measured and resolute. "Wei Ying, Odin bears responsibilities far beyond our comprehension. We must trust in his decisions, even when they challenge our understanding."Wei Ying turned to Wangji, his eyes reflecting a turbulent mix of anger and desperation. "Lan Zhan, you can't possibly understand, you don't understand! All he does is deceive! You've never witnessed the suffering of the humans in that realm. I can't merely stand idly by and observe. I will not permit it, I refuse!"Odin raised a hand to quell Wei Ying's fervent protests. "Wei Wuxian, I value your compassion for the humans, but we must be mindful of the consequences of our actions. We must find a way to restore balance without inflicting undue harm. Wangji, I trust in your wisdom. What do you propose?"Wangji contemplated the predicament meticulously, aware of the immense responsibility that rested on his shoulders. "Perhaps, there exists a middle ground, a compromise that can alleviate the suffering of the humans without upsetting the fragile equilibrium of the realms."Odin nodded sagely, his expression pensive. "Very well, Wangji. I shall consider your counsel. Wei Wuxian, I acknowledge your passionate stance, but we must act in the best interests of all realms. Your fervor is commendable, but it must be channeled judiciously. For now, you will adhere to my directive until we find an alternative solution."Reluctantly, Wei Ying accepted Odin's decision, though his anger still smoldered beneath the surface. Odin's composed decree allowed both Wei Ying and Wangji to exit the palace. As they stepped outside, Wei Ying's frustration found an outlet in a kicked rock.Once they were outside, Wangji couldn't help but inquire about Wei Ying's well-being, "Wei Ying, are you okay?""I knew it, Lan Zhan! I tried to handle it your way, to be diplomatic and reason with him, but he simply doesn't care! Do you know what he is planning?"Wangji could only shake his head before Wei Ying started talking again, "He will inflict the Soul Imprisonment punishment on them, trapping their souls in an never-ending circle of overwhelming guilt, remorse, or negative emotions, which haunts them, making it a curse to face constant misfortune or calamity! As if that wasn't enough, he deprived a child from its parents and brought him here, ensuring that the child would be grateful to live and never turn on him!" he said.Wangji reached out his hand to hug Wei Ying, as he could feel the distress and anger emanating from his body."Xian Gege! Look, look!" Their conversation was interrupted by the joyful laughter of a child. A-Yuan, Wei Ying's young protégé, rushed towards them, his tiny arms wrapped tightly around Wei Ying's legs.Wei Ying scooped A-Yuan up, his heartwarming smile lighting up the celestial realm. The young boy had a small paper crane in his hand. His eyes shone with admiration as he presented it to Wei Ying."A-Yuan! Who permitted you to leave the house? I told you never to come near the palace. It's too dangerous," Wei Ying chided gently, lifting the boy into his arms and hugging him close."Wei Ying," Wangji called out."Oh, Lan Zhan, right. I haven't introduced you to A-Yuan, my son," Wei Ying said with a warm smile.Wangji's response was one of clear astonishment. "Your son?" he inquired, his voice carrying a note of disbelief.Wei Ying responded with a mischievous glint in his eyes, his laughter ringing through the air. "Oh, Lan Zhan, don't believe everything I say. He is actually the child I told you about.""A-Yuan?" Wangji repeated, recognition dawning."Yes, that's the name he was given at birth, no courtesy name yet," Wei Ying explained with a grin. "I will think of one later, for now, I want A-Yuan to be safe."Wangji nodded, realization settling in. "I see.""Lan Zhan, meet A-Yuan. He's the reason I keep pushing against Odin's control." Wei Ying introduced them again.Wei Ying affectionately tousled A-Yuan's hair, a fond smile on his face. "He's quite clever, Lan Zhan, and always eager to learn new things.""Nice to meet you, A-Yuan," Wangji softly said."A-Yuan, don't be rude, say hello to Gege.""Hello," A-Yuan beamed at him."Lan Zhan, come over for some tea; I'll show you around my place!" Wei Ying enthusiastically said."Hm," Lan Zhan nodded.Wei Ying's celestial abode welcomed them with inviting warmth. The room was adorned with vibrant tapestries and an assortment of colorful trinkets that Wei Ying had collected from his travels across the celestial realm. Soft celestial light filtered through the windows, casting a gentle glow over the space.As they settled in, Wei Ying gestured to a low table adorned with celestial treats and a teapot filled with fragrant tea. "Please, help yourselves," he offered, his eyes twinkling with hospitality.Lan Zhan took a seat, and A-Yuan joined him, his youthful curiosity still brimming. The boy's gaze alternated between Lan Zhan and Wei Ying, a silent observer of their friendship.Wei Ying, with his characteristic playfulness, began to regale them with tales of his celestial escapades and the fascinating characters he had encountered along the way. A-Yuan's laughter filled the room as he listened, captivated by Wei Ying's animated storytelling.Lan Zhan, though known for his reserved nature, found himself drawn into the lively atmosphere. He shared a few stories of his own, recounting his observations of the earthly realm and the beauty he had witnessed during his travels.As the evening unfolded, A-Yuan's initial shyness began to melt away. He leaned in closer to Lan Zhan, his eyes filled with curiosity and a budding sense of trust. Lan Zhan, in turn, offered a reassuring smile, appreciating the special connection he was forging with Wei Ying's young boy.In this cozy celestial haven, amidst laughter and shared stories, the bonds of their friendship continued to deepen. Lan Zhan marveled at the way time seemed to lose its significance in this moment, as if the celestial realm itself had paused to celebrate the connections that brought them together. Observing Wei Ying's playful demeanor, which transformed even mundane moments into games for the young boy, brought an authentic smile to Wangji's lips. It was a facet of Wei Ying's personality that was often overlooked as childish or immature, but for Lan Zhan, it was endearing and pure.As they continued to engage in playful activities, Wangji couldn't help but appreciate the simple joy of the moment. It served as a reminder that, amid their divine obligations and the challenges they confronted, there were moments of lightness and connection that made it all worthwhile.
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As Wangji and Wei Ying parted ways that night, Wangji carried with him a profound certainty that their friendship was not a mistake. He was prepared to stand by Wei Ying through whatever challenges lay ahead, recognizing that Wei Ying's fervor and determination were qualities worth supporting. Over the months, Wei Ying had evolved since his time in Cloud Recesses, becoming less restrained but more resolute in defending his beliefs, even in the face of Odin's authority and the potential for retribution.In the quiet moments that followed, Wangji couldn't help but question the weight of suffering borne by humans, who seemed to bear the brunt of consequences for a balance they had little control over. Odin's speeches were void of emotion, his answers often given merely to appease Wei Ying. Wangji remembered the anguish and pain in Wei Ying's voice and eyes as he accused Odin of not caring for them, a memory that caused him to clench his own fists in frustration.Wangji replayed the entire argument over and over in his mind, trying to understand what had happened to Wei Ying in the past. Who was the elusive "she" he mentioned, and why did Wei Ying accuse Odin of preventing her return? While Wei Ying's family history remained a mystery, Wangji faintly recalled a mention of a sister. He had never asked Wei Ying about it, but now he couldn't help but wonder if she was the reason for Wei Ying's seclusion a few years back.One evening, as Wangji gazed at the celestial realm from his window, the memory of Wei Ying's accusation came back to him. An uneasiness settled in his chest at the thought of Wei Ying enduring suffering alone while he remained in Cloud Recesses. The concern for his friend gnawed at him, and he decided it was time to take action.Leaving behind the serene confines of Cloud Recesses, Wangji embarked on a journey to seek out Wei Ying. His determination was unwavering and he sped through the realms to reach the house faster.Upon reaching Yunmeng and standing before Wei Ying's house, he was greeted by a chorus of laughter and the pitter-patter of small feet running around. The joyous sounds emanating from within painted a picture of a warm and lively household, a stark contrast to the heavy conversations they had shared in the divine palace. Wangji took a deep breath, his heart lighter knowing that Wei Ying was not alone. Just as he was about to knock, the door opened, revealing an out-of-breath Wei Ying."Lan Zhan!" he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up with recognition. "I knew I felt your presence!" Wei Ying beamed at Wangji, and Wangji felt his heart skip a beat at the warmth of that smile."Wei Ying," he said softly, confirming his identity."Come in, come in," Wei Ying invited eagerly, stepping aside to make room for Wangji to enter. "Is it late already? I'm sorry; I was playing hide and seek with A-Yuan, and I didn't see time pass," he explained with an apologetic smile.As Wangji stepped into the welcoming embrace of Wei Ying's home, he couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging and relief. It was as if the weight of their recent disagreements had lifted, replaced by the comforting familiarity of their friendship."Hmm, it's okay, A-Yuan needs you," Wangji replied calmly, his gaze softening as he watched the interaction between Wei Ying and the young boy."Yes, of course! A-Yuan, come say hello!" Wei Ying called out with enthusiasm.The little boy came running, his eyes bright with excitement. "Handsome gege, you are back!" he exclaimed, throwing himself over Wangji's leg to hold onto it."A-Yuan, I told you that wasn't polite!" Wei Ying gently scolded, though a fond smile played on his lips."Up! Up!" A-Yuan held his arms out to Wangji, his innocent eyes filled with a child's eagerness."A-Yuan, come here, Lan Zhan doesn't..." Before Wei Ying could finish his sentence, Wangji had effortlessly lifted A-Yuan into his arms. The child giggled with delight, feeling secure in Wangji's embrace."It is ok Wei Ying" he reassures himWei Ying smiled fondly "Sure, let's go get some tea" he says before leading them to his living roomWei Ying led Wangji to a cozy corner of his living room, where a low table was adorned with delicate teacups and a steaming pot of fragrant tea. Wangji took a seat on one of the embroidered cushions, while Wei Ying gracefully poured the tea with practiced ease.As they sipped their tea, the room was enveloped in a soothing ambiance. The fragrant brew warmed their souls, and the quiet crackle of the hearth provided a comforting background melody.Wangji watched as A-Yuan, still cradled in his arms, gazed wide-eyed at the colorful butterflies that graced his arms. These ethereal companions looked like living tattoos, captivating A-Yuan's curiosity."Do you want to touch them, A-Yuan?" Wangji whispered, his voice gentle. The child's eager nod brought a smile to Wangji's lips. "Then go ahead, but be gentle so as not to hurt them."With delicate, tiny fingers, A-Yuan traced the figures on Wangji's arms, his touch as light as a whisper. He moved his fingers with care, ensuring not to apply any pressure, simply letting them glide gently along the intricate images.Wei Ying's voice, barely above a whisper, broke the stillness. "Thank you," he said, his words filled with emotion. "For behaving so nicely, for treating him as one of us, not as some human graced with the honor of sharing our existence."Wangji met Wei Ying's gaze, his heart heavy with understanding. In that moment, he couldn't help but reflect on the similarities between mortals and deities, the shared experiences and emotions that bound them all."Wei Ying," he began slowly, but Wei Ying's interruption was swift."Lan Zhan, let's not discuss it with him present. It's not something he should hear," Wei Ying said, concern for A-Yuan evident in his eyes. "I promise to tell you later," he added with a reassuring smile.Wangji nodded in agreement, his eternal "hmm" expressing his consent. He returned his attention to A-Yuan, who was contentedly patting the butterflies on his arms.But suddenly, a decision struck Wangji. He rarely utilized his powers without necessity, but this was a moment that felt right—right for A-Yuan and perhaps, even more so, for Wei Ying. As a child, Wei Ying had always respected Wangji's boundaries when it came to his powers, watching from a distance. Today, Wangji wanted to let him experience them up close.Closing his eyes, Wangji summoned the butterflies, giving them life, and sensing the moment their image took form. Delicate and ethereal, they fluttered into existence, their wings resembling stained glass as they captured the soft sunlight streaming through the windows.As the butterflies floated around A-Yuan's head, the little boy was entranced. His laughter filled the room like wind chimes as he reached out to touch the delicate creatures. With a flick of Wangji's fingers, they danced just out of A-Yuan's grasp, prompting delighted squeals from the child."Tutterly!" A-Yuan squealed with sheer joy."Butt-er-fly," Wei Ying gently corrected, amusement twinkling in his eyes.A-Yuan wriggled in Wangji's lap, eager to join the dance. Wangji gently set him down, allowing the butterflies to take flight around the room, with A-Yuan chasing them, giggling all the while.Wei Ying watched with affectionate eyes as A-Yuan's laughter filled the space. When his gaze eventually settled on Wangji, it held a warmth that spoke of their deep connection. "You have a way with butterflies, Lan Zhan," he remarked, his voice a gentle murmur filled with appreciation.Wangji met his gaze, and a rare, soft smile graced his lips. "It is a small gift," he replied, his voice carrying a warmth reserved exclusively for Wei Ying.As the celestial butterflies continued to dance around them, Wangji and Wei Ying sat in companionable silence, basking in the serenity of the moment. There was no need for words; their connection transcended mere conversation. A-Yuan's laughter echoed, filling every corner with pure delight. Wangji, typically composed and reserved, watched with a faint smile as A-Yuan tried to catch the delicate creatures. He found himself drawn into the game by giving mental commands to the butterflies, a rare warmth in his eyes as he appreciated the simple joy of the moment.Wei Ying observed the scene with a soft smile, his heart warmed by the bond that had formed between Wangji and A-Yuan. It was moments like these that made him cherish their unique connection even more.However, all good things must come to an end, and Wei Ying knew it was time for A-Yuan's nap. With a gentle voice, he announced, "A-Yuan, it's time for your nap, my little one."A-Yuan's face fell at the prospect of leaving his newfound friends, the butterflies, but Wei Ying's soothing presence reassured him. "Don't worry, we can play with them again later," Wei Ying promised.Wangji nodded in agreement, gently releasing the butterfly in his hand. "A-Yuan, rest well," he said, his voice soft and filled with genuine care, a touch of his typical stoic nature still present.A-Yuan reluctantly allowed Wei Ying to scoop him up, his tired eyes blinking as he snuggled into Wei Ying's embrace. Wangji watched them with a fondness that was impossible to hide, the butterflies returning to him as if bidding farewell.Wei Ying carried A-Yuan to a nearby bedroom, the soft rustling of the sheets and the closing of the door signaling the child's impending nap.Alone in the living room, Wangji sat quietly, the memory of their laughter and playfulness hanging in the air. He knew that when A-Yuan woke from his nap, the butterflies would once again grace the room, and their shared moments would continue to weave the threads of their connection even tighter, just as it had been in the days of the past.A few minutes later, Wei Ying emerged from the bedroom with a soft, warm smile on his face. His steps were light as he approached Wangji, who remained seated in the living room.Wangji looked up at Wei Ying, his gaze steady and filled with a silent question. He waited for Wei Ying's words, his demeanor reflecting his unwavering support.Wei Ying's smile remained, though there was a gentle hint of gratitude in his eyes as he met Wangji's gaze. "Thank you, Lan Zhan," he said softly, his voice carrying the weight of unspoken emotions. Wangji's response was a simple nod, his own eyes reflecting the sincerity of their connection."Wei Ying," Wangji began, his voice carrying a note of curiosity.Wei Ying met his gaze, his eyes open and unguarded. "You want to ask about the person I argued for with Odin, right?" he said, his voice filled with an air of anticipation, as if he had been anxious about this question.Wangji nodded, his understanding clear. "If Wei Ying is willing to talk about it," he replied gently, leaving the choice entirely in Wei Ying's hands."Of course, but it's better if I show you. Let's go while A-Yuan is still asleep," Wei Ying said, rising from his seat.Wangji nodded in agreement, recognizing the significance of this moment. He followed Wei Ying as he led the way, their footsteps carrying them to a place filled with memories and emotions—the resting place of Wei Ying's sister.Under the gentle sunlight of the divine realm, Wei Ying led Wangji to a serene and beautifully tended grave. It was adorned with fresh flowers, their vibrant colors contrasting with the peaceful atmosphere of the place.Wei Ying knelt before the grave, his movements filled with a deep reverence. Wangji joined him, his eyes resting on the carefully crafted memorial."This is where she rests," Wei Ying said softly, his voice tinged with both sadness and love. "My sister, Yanli."Wangji gazed at the gravestone, its elegant script bearing the name and a brief inscription that spoke of love and remembrance. He had heard Wei Ying mention her before, but this was the first time he had seen the physical memorial."She was kind-hearted and gentle," Wei Ying continued, his fingers lightly tracing the characters. "She deserved so much more than the fate she was given."Wangji placed a hand on Wei Ying's shoulder, offering silent support and understanding. He knew that the pain of losing a loved one never truly faded."We argued with Odin because he had promised to give her another chance," Wei Ying confessed, his voice barely above a whisper, heavy with the weight of disappointment. "I wanted her to have the opportunity to return, to experience life once more. But no matter how much I obeyed his commands, did as he told, and traveled as much as I was asked to, he never fulfilled his promise to me."Wangji listened in solemn understanding, his own silent wish for a better fate for Wei Ying's sister resonating in his heart."I know it's not within our control," Wei Ying continued, his gaze fixed on the gravestone. "But I couldn't just stand by and do nothing. I had to try. Now I know who he truly is, at least."Wangji squeezed Wei Ying's shoulder gently, his touch conveying his unwavering support and understanding."How did she die?" he asked, his voice low and filled with compassion. He wanted to understand the past and the pain that had led Wei Ying to argue so fiercely for his sister's return. It wasn't that he wanted to confort him, such pain wouldn't go away no matter what anyone could say and he understood that much, beside conforting someone wasn't a skill he mastered. Wei Ying's gaze remained locked on his sister's gravestone, a portal to the memories of the past. The warm breeze stirred the leaves of the nearby trees, setting the stage for his recollection. As he began to speak, there was a distant, almost dreamlike quality to his voice."It was an ordinary day," Wei Ying commenced, as if the present had melted away and the scene he painted was vividly before their eyes.Lan Wangji watched the tale unfold as Wei Ying described a sun-kissed meadow, where he and his sister stood, wrapped in the golden embrace of a bygone era. The very air was pregnant with the sweet perfume of wildflowers, and the two siblings engaged in the delicate choreography of picking and weaving garlands, their laughter a melodious backdrop.Yanli's laughter, like tinkling wind chimes, echoed through the meadow. Her eyes sparkled with joy as she observed her younger brother's antics. Wei Ying, brimming with inexhaustible energy and mischief, plucked a flower and tucked it playfully behind Yanli's ear. She responded with a giggle, her eyes crinkling with sheer happiness, and in return, she adorned Wei Ying's hair with a matching flower."A-Xian, promise me you'll always carry joy in your heart," Yanli whispered, her affectionate gaze a testament to her love."As long as Jiejie is by my side, I'll never know anything else but happiness," Wei Ying replied, a sweet smile lighting up his face.Yet, as the narrative unfolded, the sky darkened with an air of impending doom. Thunder rumbled overhead, and their idyllic day took a sinister turn. Standing before their home was a figure, stern and unyielding. It was Foresti, the god of justice, and he seized Yanli without hesitation.Wei Ying, panic flooding his eyes, fought desperately to free his sister. He pleaded, his voice trembling with fear and confusion. "Please, Foresti, you know Yanli. She is the epitome of virtue and obedience. Why are you taking her away? What could she have possibly done?"Foresti's response was cold and unwavering, "Yanli has violated Odin's rules. She must face punishment, Wei Wuxian. I advise you not to resist, for I am the god of justice, and my duty is to enforce it."Wei Ying's heart ached as Foresti's grip on Yanli tightened, the weight of her impending fate impossible to ignore. Yanli, despite her fear, managed to muster a loving smile and whispered her final words to her brother, "A-Xian, always remember that your sister loves you dearly. Please, find happiness."With her last breath, Yanli's presence faded from the meadow, leaving Wei Ying kneeling beside an empty space, tears streaming down his face. The once-vibrant meadow was now steeped in grief and sorrow.Wei Ying's pursuit of answers led him to Odin's throne, determined to understand why his sister had been taken from him. Yet Odin's cryptic response left more questions than answers, and the promise of Yanli's return remained elusive.As Wei Ying finished recounting his painful tale, his voice trembling with exhaustion and emotion, Lan Wangji remained silent, understanding that this was only one chapter in the complex story of Wei Ying's past. He could sense the unspoken questions and the lingering pain in Wei Ying's eyes, and he was determined to be the unwavering support Wei Ying needed as they delved deeper into the enigma surrounding Yanli's fate. Lan Wangji's comforting hand on Wei Ying's shoulder spoke volumes, silently promising his unwavering friendship and assistance. With a gentle yet firm touch, he helped Wei Ying to his feet. Wrapping an arm around Wei Ying's waist and offering his shoulder for support, he guided him back to his house.
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Lan Wangji gently tucked Wei Ying into bed, the weight of the painful memories they had just shared still heavy in the air. The loss of Wei Ying's beloved sister, Yanli, and the mysteries surrounding her fate consumed his thoughts.Understanding the depth of Wei Ying's pain, Lan Wangji prepared a cup of tea and began tidying the room in silence. His actions were a heartfelt way of showing his unwavering support and care. He couldn't help but acknowledge the profound emotions he had developed for Wei Ying over time, a deep connection that had become an essential part of his life. The love and happiness Wei Ying brought into his world were irreplaceable.Yet, even these deep feelings didn't quell the anger Lan Wangji felt towards Odin's decision, simmering just beneath the surface. While he didn't know the details of what Yanli had done to displease the god, he couldn't fathom it could have been so severe as to warrant such a cruel punishment. Regardless, he despised seeing Wei Ying in such sorrow.As the notes flowed from his instrument, Lan Wangji allowed himself to get lost in his music and his thoughts, which had been consistently centered around the same person for weeks now.He had been acutely aware of the growing feelings he held for Wei Ying, yet he hesitated to express them. Uncertainty clouded his mind as he pondered how his dear friend would react to the revelation of his emotions. Meanwhile, Wei Ying remained blissfully unaware of Wangji's silent affection. Lan Wangji had noticed a change in Wei Ying's behavior. Wei Ying had started to flirt and playfully engage with Wangji more frequently, seeking any excuse to be near him. This shift in their interactions led Lan Wangji to consider the possibility that his feelings weren't entirely one-sided. However, he also pondered if it was just Wei Ying's natural, playful demeanor.Lost in his thoughts, Lan Wangji was startled when he felt someone sit beside him. Wei Ying had pulled himself out of bed and settled down next to him. Wangji couldn't help but smile at Wei Ying, who was sipping his tea, content in Wangji's presence.Suddenly, the peaceful atmosphere was interrupted by a soft voice. "Gege, are you playing music?" A-Yuan, now awake, stood in the doorway, his eyes still heavy with sleep.Lan Wangji and Wei Ying turned their attention to the little boy, their faces lighting up with warm smiles. Wei Ying patted the spot beside him and encouraged A-Yuan to join them, saying, "Come sit and listen to Gege play."A-Yuan eagerly scrambled over, nestling himself between his two beloved figures. Lan Wangji responded by playing a more playful melody on his guqin, hoping to bring joy to both A-Yuan and Wei Ying.Sitting in Wei Ying's home, with A-Yuan nestled between them, Lan Wangji couldn't help but feel his heart swell with affection. The picture they presented was a heartwarming one, and the thought that they could be seen as a happy family made his heart warmer. While he cherished their friendship with Wei Ying, he also found contentment in simply being by Wei Ying's side, no matter the role he played in his life. ***One evening, Wangji found himself in the serene garden of his Jingshi, cradling a small, fluffy white bunny in his lap. It was a tranquil and heartwarming scene, as Wangji's customary stoicism melted away in the presence of the tiny creature. Wei Ying arrived quietly, not wanting to disrupt the tranquility of the moment. He watched as Wangji tenderly cared for the bunny, a soft smile gracing his lips."What a peaceful sight, Lan Zhan," Wei Ying remarked, his voice gentle and filled with admiration.Wangji looked up, his eyes brightening at the sight of Wei Ying. He carefully set the bunny aside and patted the spot next to him. "Wei Ying, come and join me."Wei Ying required no further invitation. He eagerly settled beside Wangji, their shoulders brushing lightly. "You truly have a way with animals, Lan Zhan."A faint blush colored Wangji's cheeks, a rare display of embarrassment. "It's nothing exceptional."Wei Ying leaned in closer, allowing his hand to gently rest on top of Wangji's, their fingers intertwining. Wangji's heart skipped a beat at the contact, his breath catching. His heart hammered loudly in his chest, sensitive to Wei Ying's touch. Lan Wangji told himself that this meant nothing more than a simple need for contact, just something Wei Ying needed from his friends and nothing else. Those hands intertwined with his were just there to anchor Wei Ying, but his mind couldn't focus on anything else, fixated on the proximity and the body heat of Wei Ying pressed against his side."Lan Zhan," Wei Ying whispered.Lan Wangji could only manage a soft, "Hm," his ability to articulate words utterly defeated. How could he focus on words when Wei Ying was nestled so closely against him, with those enchanting purplish-gray eyes fixed upon him?"Lan Zhan," Wei Ying repeated, squeezing his hand."Wei Ying," Wangji answered softly."I will be gone for 3 days, I have a mission," Wei Ying said, his tone tinged with sadness."I will wait for Wei Ying's return," Wangji encouraged.But Wei Ying's frustration was evident. "Lan Zhan! Let me finish, please. If you interrupt me, I might lose my nerve and never tell you what I've been wanting to say for these past few weeks!" He whined, his eyes pleading with Wangji to be patient."Hmm," was the soft reply that escaped Wangji's lips.Wei Ying's frustration only seemed to grow. "Oh, this is harder than I thought!" he exclaimed. "Lan Zhan, please, look to your right! Don't look at me!" he added hastily, pushing Wangji's head in the direction he was pointing."Wei Ying?" Lan Wangji was now genuinely concerned, his focus entirely on Wei Ying. "What is wrong?" Worry tinged his voice as he examined Wei Ying for any signs of injury or distress."I'm okay, Lan Zhan! Stop looking so worried," Wei Ying laughed. "I just want to say something embarrassing, but I don't want you to look at me, please," he said, trying to mask his nervousness with humor.Wangji turned his head in the opposite direction, though he couldn't help but mutter, "It didn't bother you before."Wei Ying is silent for a second and then he laughs loud and beautiful, "Lan zhan! you can joke too now! hahaha "As Wei Ying laughed heartily, Wangji couldn't help but feel a warmth in his chest at the sound of Wei Ying's joy. But he remained still, facing away, knowing that this moment was important to Wei Ying.The silence that followed was punctuated by the shuffling of clothes, and Wangji sensed that Wei Ying had moved closer. His desire to turn around and face Wei Ying, to see his deep eyes and beautiful face while he spoke, was nearly overwhelming. But he restrained himself, not wanting to put Wei Ying in an embarrassing position. It was clear that Wei Ying was on the verge of sharing something deeply personal, and Wangji respected that. He waited patiently for Wei Ying to find the words he needed.Wei Ying took a deep breath, the air was charged with anticipation, and Wangji could feel the nervous energy in Wei Ying's voice as he prepared to share his heartfelt revelation."I didn't want to tell you like this," Wei Ying said, his voice slightly shaky but filled with a deep affection that Wangji could clearly sense. "But, well... I realized I couldn't hold it in any longer. I am fearing something might happen and then I won't be able to tell you, and I'll loose you too and...and you can't go without knowing...." He took another deep breath his mind racing as he tried to convey his emotions "Lan Zhan, you are the most important person in my life."Wangji's heart skipped a beat at these words, his own mind racing as he tried to comprehend the significance of Wei Ying's confession. He kept his gaze averted, as Wei Ying had requested, but his thoughts were now entirely consumed by the man sitting beside him."I... I love you, Lan Zhan, I really really love you" Wei Ying finally confessed, his voice filled with sincerity and vulnerability. "I've loved you for a long time, and I can't keep it hidden any longer. You mean everything to me" he whispered the last part as if he was afraid to say it " it can't be anyone but you" Wangji was stunned, his heart pounding in his chest. The confession was both unexpected and overwhelming, and he was at a loss for words. Wei Ying had just revealed his deepest feelings, and Wangji had to come to terms with the fact that the emotions he had kept hidden were reciprocated. But for now, he remained silent, allowing Wei Ying to continue."I know I may have been a little flirty or playful, but it's only because I can't help myself when I'm around you," Wei Ying admitted, his tone apologetic. "I didn't want to scare you away, and I feared you might not feel the same. But I had to tell you, Lan Zhan. I can't hide it anymore."Wangji finally turned to face Wei Ying, his gaze locking with Wei Ying's deep, expressive eyes. He could see the sincerity and love in them, and it was like a warm embrace to his heart."Wei Ying," Wangji began, his voice filled with emotion, but Wei Ying interrupted him."Lan Zhan, you don't have to give me an answer, you don't... don't even think about it! I... I...""Wei Ying!" Lan Wangji raised his voice slightly, his intense gaze capturing Wei Ying's attention.Their eyes met, and Wei Ying looked down in silence, his words trailing off. Wangji reached out, gently cupping Wei Ying's face, allowing his fingers to tenderly stroke his cheeks as he stared into his eyes. "Wei Ying," Wangji began, his voice barely above a whisper, "there's something I've been meaning to tell you too."Wei Ying looked at him, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. "What is it, Lan Zhan?"Summoning his courage, Wangji finally voiced the feelings that had long been held within. "I care about you deeply, Wei Ying. More than just a friend.""Wei Ying," Lan Wangji said again softly just because he liked saying his name, his voice filled with a tenderness that spoke volumes. "I've spent a long time with you, and my feelings have deepened every day. I don't need to think about it because I know—I love you, Wei Ying."Surprise flickered across Wei Ying's eyes, followed by a warm, radiant smile. "Lan Zhan, you feel the same way too?" he beamed, his hands coming to rest on Wangji's. Lan Wangji nodded his head, and before he could react, Wei Ying leaned in and pressed his lips to Wangji's in a tender, lingering kiss.The garden was bathed in the soft, silvery glow of the moonlight, casting a dreamlike ambiance over the scene. It felt like an ethereal moment, and Wangji found himself wishing it could last forever. When the kiss ended, they remained seated closely, their fingers entwined, savoring the serenity of the night. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of nearby trees, carrying with it the fragrance of blossoming flowers.Breaking the serene silence, Wei Ying's voice barely rose above a whisper. "Lan Zhan, every word I spoke earlier, I meant it with all my heart. My feelings for you go beyond what words can express." Wangji turned to look at Wei Ying, his eyes reflecting the sincerity of his emotions."Wei Ying, every moment we've shared is precious to me, and I want to cherish each one yet to come. I've been hesitant, but now I want you to know that I love you."A warmth spread through Wei Ying's chest, and he couldn't contain the joy that filled his heart. He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to Wangji's lips—a silent promise of his unwavering love and devotion. Their kiss deepened, the world around them faded into insignificance as they lost themselves in each other.Their kiss was a revelation, a merging of hearts and souls that spoke volumes where words had fallen short. It was as if the universe itself had conspired to bring them together in that very moment, under the gentle caress of the moon and the rustling leaves.Their love defied all obstacles, a powerful melody resonating in the depths of their beings. With each passing second, their connection grew stronger, and they realized that this was the dawn of a new chapter in their lives.As they finally pulled away, foreheads touching once more, Wei Ying whispered, "Lan Zhan, I love you too, more than you can possibly imagine."Their breaths remained synchronized, their heartbeats in perfect harmony. Wangji's rare and radiant smile beamed with pure happiness as he softly murmured, "Our love is like an eternal melody, Wei Ying, one that will play on for all time."But Wei Ying's voice took on a note of worry as he spoke, "Lan Zhan... we will have to conceal this, conceal us, conceal our love... He won't tolerate it." Wangji's smile faded, understanding the weight of Wei Ying's words all too well. Odin, the supreme chief of their realms, was unlikely to approve of their love, and the consequences of their relationship being exposed could be dire.Wei Ying's eyes held a mix of yearning and apprehension. "I wish we didn't have to hide, Lan Zhan. I wish we could be together openly, without fear, but..." He paused and took a deep breath before his voice trembled slightly, "he would tear it apart." Wei Ying's grip on Lan Zhan's hands tightened as he grew alarmed. "Lan Zhan, he would definitely separate or harm us! Just like he did with Jiejie..."Lan Zhan responded with a determined look, squeezing Wei Ying's hand to convey his unwavering commitment. "I share your wish, Wei Ying. But for now, we must be cautious, more careful than ever. Our love is our secret, and I'll protect it, I will protect you at any cost. I won't let anything happen to you," he vowed.Wei Ying nodded, his gaze filled with resolve. "No matter the challenges that lie ahead, Lan Zhan, our love will endure. And if one day we are forced apart because of him, know that my love for you will remain unwavering, no matter what fate has in store for us.""I trust you completely, Wei Ying, and there will always be only you for me too," Lan Zhan responded. "Wei Ying, why are you so wary of him? How bad was your sister's mistake for him to do such a thing? "Wei Ying sighed and began to share his painful past. "Lan Zhan, My sister is no my sister by blood, but she was like family. Her father took me in when I was a little boy. We bonded quickly, but Odin was displeased. He asked her to stop seeing me, and she refused. She never told me about it! She kept it a secret because she refused to believe I would arm our world, Odin had told her that he had seen my fate and that I was to bring our world down if I loved her too deeply...Then you know what happened.....but I tried to save her, I even pleaded with Odin. He told me she would reincarnate if I obeyed and behaved. So, I listened. I secluded myself in our house, only leaving for my duties and never talking to anyone until Wen Qing found me one day and scolded me. I spent 300 years obeying, behaving, but he didn't give me back my sister. He killed her, but he never intended to bring her back. I know that now..."Wangji listened to Wei Ying's heartbreaking revelation in silence, his heart heavy with empathy for his beloved. The pain in Wei Ying's eyes was palpable, deepening his understanding of why Wei Ying was so cautious and wary of Odin."Wei Ying," Wangji began softly, "I'm so sorry you had to go through such a heart-wrenching experience. It's understandable why you're afraid of him. But know this, you're not alone anymore. I'm here with you, and we'll face whatever challenges come our way together. I won't let him harm you"Wei Ying's eyes glistened with unshed tears as he looked at Wangji, a mixture of gratitude and affection in his gaze. "Lan Zhan, you've brought light into my life, and I'll cherish every moment we have together. No matter what happens, I'll always love you."Wangji leaned in, gently wiping away a tear that had escaped Wei Ying's eye. He pressed a loving kiss to Wei Ying's forehead, whispering, "And I'll always love you, Wei Ying, for all eternity." Wei Ying suddenly laughed, "Lan Zhan, look at us. Not long ago, you hated me, and now here we are!"Wangji replied calmly, "I have never hated Wei Ying, I just found him unruly and annoying.""Lan Zhan!" Wei Ying feigned outrage and then burst into laughter. "Now you can even tease me! Amazing!"Wangji couldn't help but smile, relieved that Wei Ying's confession had brought them even closer. "Only when Wei Ying is around," he replied playfully, his eyes filled with affection.Wei Ying's laughter was beautiful, and lan Wangji found delight in it, he watched his beautiful boyfriend laugh freely. It was a moment of pure happiness and shared joy, and they held each other close, basking in the warmth of their newfound love. ¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝓔𝓝𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 6¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸
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After a while, Lan Wangji brought Wei Ying's hands to his lips, planting soft kisses upon his palms.Wei Ying's laughter rippled through the garden, a carefree and joyful sound that danced upon the night breeze. Wangji's simple yet affectionate gesture had the power to dissolve any remaining tension from their earlier conversation, leaving only the warmth of their love."Lan Zhan, you've changed," Wei Ying said with a soft smile, his eyes brimming with affection. "And I'm grateful for it."Lan Wangji didn't need words to express his feelings. He leaned in, capturing Wei Ying's lips in a tender kiss, sealing their love in the quiet embrace of the moonlit garden. Wei Ying was initially surprised but quickly returned the kiss, his hands gently caressing Wangji's face, drawing him closer. As they kissed, the mingling scents of sandalwood and blooming flowers filled the air, and Wei Ying marveled at how wonderful Lan Wangji always smelled. He let his hands tangle around Wangji's neck, eliciting a shiver of pleasure. Wei Ying couldn't help but smile during their passionate kiss as he drew Wangji closer.Their kiss deepened, and the world around them faded into insignificance as they poured all their love and longing into that stolen moment. It was a kiss filled with promises, an unspoken vow to weather any storm that came their way. When they finally parted, their foreheads rested together, their breaths coming in soft, synchronized rhythms. Wei Ying's voice was a whisper against Wangji's lips."You've been driving me wild, Lan Zhan, from the very beginning."He captured Wangji's lips again in a passionate kiss, a testament to the depth of his longing for Wangji. Wei Ying allowed himself to recline on the grass, his hands still entangled around Wangji's neck, pulling him down with him. Wangji settled on top of him, drawing a soft moan from Wei Ying, supporting himself on his forearms to avoid putting too much weight on him, their lips never parting. Lan Wangji's heart was beating fast and loud; he was sure Wei Ying could hear it too at this rate.Beneath the moonlit sky, on the soft grass, Wangji and Wei Ying continued their passionate exchange. The night belonged to them, and they were determined to savor every second of it, their hearts beating in perfect harmony. As their kisses deepened, Wei Ying's hands traced Wangji's contours, his touch igniting a fire within Wangji's soul. It was a touch that was both gentle and ardent, and their bodies were pressed together as if seeking to merge into one. Every caress, every whispered endearment, served as an affirmation of their love.Wangji finally broke the kiss, his gaze filled with love as he looked into Wei Ying's eyes. "We should go inside the house," he said breathlessly.Wei Ying's eyes, filled with desire and affection, met Wangji's as they lay in the moonlit garden. He nodded, his breathing heavy, and whispered, "Yes, let's go inside."Hand in hand, they gracefully disentangled themselves, assisting each other as they rose from the soft grass. Their hearts raced with anticipation, and together, they walked back to the Jingshi, where they could continue discovering each other.***Each week, Wei Ying spent his nights in the Jingshi. Sometimes, A-Yuan would accompany him, and their evenings were filled with games, shared meals, and restful slumber. Lan Wangji found himself cherishing these moments, embracing the warmth and liveliness that Wei Ying and A-Yuan brought into his life. They had become his new family, and he took joy in looking after them.Occasionally, Wei Ying would entrust A-Yuan to Wen Qing's care and seek out Wangji's companionship for an intimate evening of cuddles and affection. Last night was one of those nights. After a night filled with passion, Wangji awoke early the following morning, greeted by a flood of cherished memories.Lying beside him, Wei Ying was still lost in slumber, his peaceful expression a stark contrast to the passion of the previous night. Wangji's heart swelled with affection as he gazed at the man he loved. He tenderly brushed a strand of messy hair from Wei Ying's forehead, appreciating the soft morning light that bathed them in a gentle glow.A smile graced his lips as he reminisced about their night of love. It had surpassed his wildest dreams, just like Wei Ying himself. The presence of someone so precious made him wonder how he had ever endured life without it.Watching Wei Ying sleep, Wangji felt a deep sense of contentment. The longing for closeness and intimacy had been fulfilled, and now that they had crossed that threshold, there was no going back. Their love was firmly rooted and would continue to flourish. Lan Wangji realized that he couldn't imagine his life without Wei Ying.He placed a tender kiss on Wei Ying's forehead, then quietly rose from the bed. Wangji took a moment to tidy up the room, his actions careful and deliberate. He wished to maintain the peaceful and welcoming atmosphere of the Jingshi, ensuring it remained a sanctuary for both of them.Wangji tidied up the room while thoughts of their blossoming relationship occupied his mind. Their first night together had been a revelation, a testament to their love. Every night thereafter, he ensured Wei Ying felt his affection in every possible way. A profound sense of gratitude filled his heart for the opportunity to share such a deep connection.The room was now perfectly organized, and Wangji's attention turned back to Wei Ying, who remained in a peaceful slumber. Wangji felt a mix of love and concern as he understood that they couldn't stay in the Jingshi indefinitely, given their divine responsibilities. Nevertheless, for that brief moment, he allowed himself to relish the comfort of Wei Ying's presence and the love that surrounded them.Letting out a gentle sigh, Wangji couldn't resist the urge to return to the bed. He leaned down and kissed Wei Ying tenderly, filled with affection."Time to wake up, Wei Ying," he whispered softly, his voice a soothing presence. "A new day is here, and our divine duties are calling."Wei Ying stirred, his eyes opening slowly to meet Wangji's loving gaze. He wore a gentle smile, and his voice was soft and filled with affection. "Lan Zhan, good morning.""Good morning, Wei Ying," Wangji responded, his fingers gently brushing Wei Ying's cheek with tenderness. "I hope you had a restful sleep."Wei Ying gracefully stretched, his movements leisurely as he awakened to a new day. "I slept well, especially with you beside me."Wangji's heart swelled with emotion, prompting another affectionate kiss on Wei Ying's lips, filled with warmth and promises. "We have a day ahead of us. Shall we face it together?"Wei Ying's eyes gleamed with determination as he nodded. "Together, always."Once they had dressed and prepared themselves, they left the Jingshi hand in hand, their fingers intertwined, venturing into the garden. Wei Ying couldn't help but glance at Wangji, admiration and affection shining in his gaze."Lan Zhan, I won't be able to join you tonight, but let's plan to meet again tomorrow night."Wangji couldn't help but smile, the warmth in his gaze mirroring his feelings for Wei Ying. "If Wei Ying wishes.""I do! I do!" Wei Ying's eyes sparkled, and he laughed. "But, Lan Zhan, what about Odin?""We shall speak with him before he finds out on his own.""I don't want to tell him! He'll try to stop us," Wei Ying sulked."It would be even worse if he finds out without us informing him, Wei Ying. I won't allow him to come between us."Wei Ying's concern was evident as he looked at Wangji. "Lan Zhan, you're taking a significant risk for us. What if he banishes you or worse?"Wangji's gaze remained unwavering, filled with determination. "Wei Ying, our love is worth the risk. I won't let anything, not even Odin, come between us. We'll face this challenge together, and I believe that, with time, he may come to understand."Wei Ying smiled, a hint of uncertainty lingering beneath the surface. "I trust you, Lan Zhan. If you're willing to take this risk for our love, then so am I.""Then let's get it done, Lan Zhan! Let's go!" Wei Ying grabbed Wangji's hand and led him toward the castle, determined to address this issue and openly savor their love.Wangji couldn't help but smile at Wei Ying's enthusiasm, his affection for the lively god of the night filling his heart. "Very well, Wei Ying, let's speak with Odin."Approaching the grand castle, a stark contrast to the modest Cloud Recesses, guards stood at attention as they entered. All eyes turned to the two gods as Wangji and Wei Ying continued their steady advance.Upon reaching the throne room, Odin, the supreme chief of their realms, sat atop his imposing throne. His sharp, discerning eyes locked onto Wangji and Wei Ying as they approached.Wei Ying took a deep breath to calm his nerves and whispered to Wangji, "Lan Zhan, no matter what happens, remember that I love you."Wangji reassured Wei Ying with a comforting squeeze of his hand. "And I love you, Wei Ying."Fueled by their love, they approached Odin, prepared to defend their love and the future they yearned to build together. They both knelt before him, and Wangji began, "Today, we have come to announce that we are together."Odin's gaze shifted between Wangji and Wei Ying, assessing them. "You both understand the implications of your relationship, the consequences it might have for our realms?"Wangji and Wei Ying exchanged a determined glance before nodding in unison. "Yes," they replied in unwavering unison.Odin leaned forward, his fingers steepled beneath his chin. "Very well. You have my blessing to pursue your relationship, but know this: should your actions disrupt the balance and harmony of our realms, you will bear the responsibility.""We understand," Wangji affirmed, a sense of relief washing over him.Wei Ying added with conviction, "We will do everything in our power to ensure that our love brings no harm to the balance of the universe."Odin's gaze softened slightly, a glimmer of understanding in his eyes. "Love is a powerful force, capable of great beauty and great destruction. Use it wisely, and remember your responsibilities as gods."With Odin's blessing and a newfound sense of determination, Wangji and Wei Ying left the throne room hand in hand, ready to embrace the future and the love they had fought so hard to protect.As they stepped out into the sunlight, Wei Ying couldn't help but beam at Wangji. "We did it, Lan Zhan. We can be together openly now."Wangji smiled back, his heart light and full of hope. "Yes, Wei Ying. Our love will prevail, no matter what challenges come our way.""But, Lan Zhan...don't you think it was too easy? For someone who kept forbidding us to see each other, I find him agreeing to it quite easily, don't you think?" Wei Ying expressed his suspicion."You're right," Wangji acknowledged, analyzing the situation.Wei Ying's brow furrowed with suspicion. "I can't help but wonder if he has something up his sleeve. Odin has never been this accommodating."Wangji nodded, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "We must remain vigilant, Wei Ying. Odin's motivations are often shrouded in mystery. We should proceed with caution and keep a close eye on any developments."Wei Ying sighed, a mixture of relief and unease still swirling within him. "I hope we're not walking into a trap, Lan Zhan. Our love is precious, and I won't let anything or anyone jeopardize it.""We will protect our love, Wei Ying, no matter what," Wangji affirmed, his grip on Wei Ying's hand tightening. "For now, let us cherish this newfound freedom and the opportunity to be together openly."Hand in hand, they continued to walk, their hearts filled with love and determination, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. After parting ways with Wei Ying to attend to his divine duties, Lan Wangji, still warmed by their earlier encounter, fulfilled his responsibilities. He visited the dreams of countless beings, ensuring their slumber was peaceful and undisturbed. Each dream was a unique tapestry of hopes and desires, and Wangji treated them with the care they deserved.Once his duties were completed, he returned to the Jingshi, where Wei Ying's message awaited him. Reading Wei Ying's affectionate words brought a soft smile to his lips, and the little hearts added an extra layer of warmth to his heart. He admired the way Wei Ying filled his messages with love and endearing touches.Focusing on the postscript, a gentle reminder from Wei Ying to take care of A-Yuan if needed, Wangji penned a reply. He reassured Wei Ying of his support, wished him luck with his duties, and agreed to bring A-Yuan home tomorrow.With a heart full of love for both Wei Ying and A-Yuan, Wangji prepared for bed, feeling blessed to be part of this growing family and excited for the moments that awaited them in the future.
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Lan Wangji awakens at 5 am, unable to fall back asleep, his senses gently coming to life. As he stirs, he becomes aware of a small form nestled against his back. He takes a moment to orient himself, his mind gradually adjusting to the awareness of his surroundings. With great care, he turns around, finding a sleeping child in his bed.A-Yuan lies there, curled up like a contented kitten, a blanket cocooning him up to his nose. His breath is a soft, rhythmic lullaby, and Wangji, mindful not to disturb the peaceful slumber, gingerly attempts to rise from the bed.However, just as Wangji eases himself out of bed, he feels a tiny hand escape from the warm sanctuary of the blankets and tenderly encircle his wrist. A-Yuan's voice, though barely audible, carries a soft and sleepy whisper as he utters, "Gege," so gently that Wangji briefly wonders if it's a figment of his imagination."Hm," Wangji replies softly, patiently waiting for the child to open up.A-Yuan's timid voice quivers as he finally dares to voice his question, his vulnerability evident, "Where is gege?"Wangji sits back, his heart a mixture of emotions as he grapples with the enormity of the situation. He's uncertain of what to say, how to reassure A-Yuan when he himself is beginning to feel a growing unease. How can he explain things to a child? How much can he reveal? How long can A-Yuan believe him? Wangji is acutely aware that lying is prohibited within the Cloud Recesses, and he is determined not to deceive A-Yuan.Wangji continues, his voice gentle and earnest, "Wei Ying is on a mission, A-Yuan. He's doing something very important, and he'll come back. He would never abandon you, and neither will I."As A-Yuan looks up at him, Wangji can see the lingering fear in the child's eyes. He wishes he could do more to ease A-Yuan's worries, but for now, he holds onto the promise of Wei Ying's return, hoping it provides some solace to the young boy.For now, Wangji can only hope that Wei Ying's mission is progressing smoothly, whatever it may be. In the meantime, his sole focus is on looking after A-Yuan and ensuring the child knows he is loved. He refrains from saying more and instead gently scoops A-Yuan up, laying him down on his chest. Wangji enfolds the child in a warm, protective embrace, holding him close and seeking to provide comfort through the simple power of a hug. Wangji acknowledges his lack of experience with children, uncertain about the right course of action.A-Yuan responds by wrapping his small arms around Wangji and nestling his head under Wangji's chin, finding solace in the loving embrace. In this silent connection, Wangji hopes that the warmth and care he offers will be enough to soothe the child's heart.Wangji sits there, cradling A-Yuan in his arms until the child is ready to start the day. With a tender touch, he carefully dresses A-Yuan in some of the Lan Clan clothes, as he hasn't had the opportunity to retrieve A-Yuan's belongings from Yiling. Afterward, Wangji dresses himself and leaves their room, holding A-Yuan's little hand securely within his palm as they navigate the serene paths of the Cloud Recesses. A-Yuan walks obediently beside Lan Wangji, clutching his beloved rabbit plushie tightly. Wangji had initially considered leaving A-Yuan in the comfort of the Jingshi while he attended to his responsibilities, including the possibility of returning to Yiling or consulting Odin about Wei Ying's mission. However, the child's evident fear of abandonment tugs at Wangji's heartstrings, and he cannot bear to leave A-Yuan alone in the room.With each step, Wangji's determination to protect and reassure A-Yuan grows, and he silently resolves to find a way to balance his duties and caring for the young boy. As they continue their journey through the Cloud Recesses, Wangji cherishes the trust that A-Yuan has placed in him and remains steadfast in his commitment to be a constant source of love and support for the child.As Lan Wangji and A-Yuan finally reached the city, they were greeted by an unusual and chaotic scene. The city's streets were teeming with people, all in a state of frenzy, whispering and congregating around the palace. Lan Wangji, who had never been one to indulge in gossip or idle chatter, pressed forward, determined to carry on with their day. However, his resolve wavered as he involuntarily caught a whisper of Wei Ying's name, causing him to stop in his tracks."I never thought the Yiling Patriarch would vanish like that! It's good; he won't cause any trouble anymore!" someone's voice floated from behind Wangji, and the words struck him like an unexpected blow.Lan Wangji, who had never contemplated violence in his life, felt an overwhelming urge to confront the man and demand answers. What had happened to Wei Ying? What did the man mean by "vanish"?His steps halted, and in that moment, A-Yuan's small, innocent voice broke through the tumult of his thoughts, calling out to him with eyes wide and filled with worry."Zhan Ge?" A-Yuan looked up at Wangji, his eyes big and shiny, sensing the shift in the atmosphere and the unease that had gripped Wangji.Wangji forced himself to maintain a composed expression, taking a deep, steadying breath as he gazed into A-Yuan's expectant eyes."Everything is fine, A-Yuan," he reassured the child gently. "Let's continue on our way."A-Yuan, ever obedient, nodded and followed Wangji's lead. They started moving forward, but their journey was once again interrupted."Hanguang Jun!" a voice called out. Wangji turned to find Wen Ning, one of Wei Ying's close friends, approaching with a sense of urgency."Wen Ning," Wangji greeted him solemnly."Hello! Hey, A-Yuan!" Wen Ning smiled down at the child, who returned the greeting with a small wave and a polite bow, his eyes sparkling with delight at seeing his cousin.Wangji inquired, "What is the matter?"Wen Ning responded, "Have you not seen the notice posted at the palace entrance?"Wangji replied, "I'm not interested in palace gossip.""It's about Wei Ying! Let me hold A-Yuan, and you should go check," Wen Ning suggested as he reached out for A-Yuan. However, the child hesitated, taking a step back, surprising everyone. A-Yuan had never refused to be with Wen Ning before.Wangji looked down at A-Yuan, who clenched his tiny hands tightly, tears welling up in his eyes."No," A-Yuan whispered, his voice quivering, and it broke Wangji's heart. He knelt down to be at eye level with the child."A-Yuan, what's wrong?" Wangji asked gently."No," A-Yuan shook his head, tears threatening to fall. "With you," he whispered, his lips trembling, his voice barely audible.Lan Wangji tenderly pulled A-Yuan into his arms, cradling the child close to his chest. A-Yuan clung to him with a fervent grip, as though he feared Wangji might suddenly disappear or abandon him. Wangji held him securely, his heart aching at the thought of A-Yuan's fear, and he whispered softly, "I'm here, A-Yuan. I won't leave you. You're not alone." He held the child in a comforting embrace, offering the reassurance that A-Yuan so desperately needed in that moment.Lan Wangji rose with A-Yuan still cradled in his arms. He addressed Wen Ning, "I'll go check," and then added, "You don't need to watch over A-Yuan. I can carry him." With a respectful bow, he turned and made his way towards the palace, gently parting the crowd to create a path through the gathering of people. Holding A-Yuan close, he was determined to uncover the truth about what had happened to Wei Ying, all while ensuring that the young child remained safe and secure.As Lan Wangji arrived at the palace entrance, the whispers of the people around him grew louder, but he paid them no heed. His grip on A-Yuan tightened, and the child clung to him, burying his head on Wangji's shoulder for comfort. Wangji's eyes fixed on the board where Wei Ying's picture hung. Beneath the image, there were a few lines written in neat, elegant handwriting."Wei Wuxian, courtesy name Wei Ying, god of the night, and also known as the Yiling Patriarch. We are sorry to inform you of his disappearance. He will not return."The words struck Wangji like a heavy blow, and his heart ached. The weight of the news was almost unbearable. He lowered his head, pressing a kiss to A-Yuan's forehead, his voice a gentle whisper, "It's going to be okay, A-Yuan. Gege is here for you."Lan Wangji, unwavering in his belief that Wei Ying would not simply vanish, strode through the palace gates with a determination to uncover the truth. He intended to seek answers about the mysterious mission and Wei Ying's sudden disappearance directly from the person responsible. As he approached Odin's throne room, he noticed Wen Qing standing nearby and decided to approach her."Hello, Hanguang Jun," she greeted him even before he made himself known."Wen Qing," Wangji bowed deeply in return.She shared the heart-wrenching news, "The news is true, he truly is gone... I'm sorry," and bowed in apology.Wangji responded with conviction, "I don't believe it. He wouldn't leave just like that; something must have happened." He could sense in her eyes that she shared his doubts.Wangji hesitated but then continued, "I have a favor to ask. Could you please hold..." He paused, remembering Wei Ying's distrust of the palace and especially Odin. "Could you please hold Sizhui for me? I have something to discuss with the Excellence, and it's not a place for my son," he explained, hoping she would understand the unspoken concerns behind his request.Wen Qing, recognizing his intentions, replied politely, "Of course, give him to me. We will wait for you here."Lan Wangji gently lifted A-Yuan away from his shoulder, so they were face to face. He spoke softly to the child, his heart aching with the knowledge of the separation to come, "Wait for me with this lady. I will return to pick you up, I promise. I am not going anywhere without you. I have to discuss something with the Excellence, and you can't come with me. It is not a place for children."A-Yuan looked at him with wide, teary eyes, and Wangji pressed on, trying to reassure the child, "I promise you I will come back in 20 minutes at most. Be a good boy for me and play with Wen Qing until I do, okay?"The child, although terrified, nodded his head slowly, filled with uncertainty. Wangji patted his head and couldn't resist kissing the little cheeks before handing him over to Wen Qing. "Good boy. I will buy you ice cream as a treat after this," he promised, offering A-Yuan a small, comforting incentive. With that, he left A-Yuan in Wen Qing's care, heading toward Odin's throne room with a heavy heart but a determined spirit.As Lan Wangji entered the room, Odin, lounging on his throne and indulging in grapes while being attended to by two women giving him massages, sat up and dismissed the attendants."Ah, the well-known god of the moon and our Sandman," Odin greeted cheerfully. "What brings you here today?"Lan Wangji bowed deeply, maintaining his composure. "Your Excellency, I came to see you about Wei Ying," he explained.Odin, seemingly unperturbed, responded, "I knew you would come to me soon. I am sorry, Wangji, I know you love him deeply, but I can't lock him up for you."Wangji, undeterred by Odin's response, pressed on, "Your Excellence, I would like to be informed of the mission you gave him, if it is okay."Odin began to clarify, "Wangji, I didn't give him any mission, my boy. The realms are calm; there are no wars, no conflicts. Nothing is left to be done except ensuring the night falls correctly, but that has been his mission since he obtained those powers."Lan Wangji's expression must have betrayed his confusion because Odin chuckled and continued, "He told you he had a mission, right? That's just how Wei Wuxian is. When everything seems too simple, he chooses a mission and ventures away, sometimes for centuries. Then he returns and places the blame on me. I can assure you, he left on his own. We do not know where he went; he simply disappeared."Lan Wangji bowed his head, his voice devoid of emotion, and replied, "Thank you for informing me." With another respectful bow, he left the room. He couldn't shake the feeling that Odin was lying. Wei Ying would never simply run away without his son and without notifying Wangji. Odin's interference in their lives, something Wei Ying had feared from the beginning despite receiving Odin's blessings, had become a haunting possibility. Lan Wangji now understood Wei Ying's apprehension all too well, especially with his beloved having disappeared under such mysterious circumstances orchestrated by Odin himself.Lan Wangji quickened his pace upon hearing the cries that he recognized as A-Yuan's. He glanced down at his wristwatch, realizing that his exchange with Odin, while seemingly brief, had exceeded the 20 minutes he had promised to be away. He arrived near Wen Qing and found her struggling to comfort the distraught A-Yuan. Lan Wangji knelt beside the child and, instead of addressing him by his name, he offered words of praise, "You did great at waiting for me, my boy."A-Yuan turned towards him and clung to him, weeping louder, seeking solace in Wangji's embrace."Hmm, gege is here. Let's leave," Wangji said, gently lifting A-Yuan into his arms and gesturing for Wen Ning to follow. They walked slowly, Wangji rocking A-Yuan soothingly, offering the child the reassurance he needed. "I will never leave you, A-Yuan. Xian-gege didn't leave you either; he will come home soon," he reassured the child.Once they were safely away from the palace, they met up with Wen Ning, who had been waiting for them where Wangji had left him."I need to go to Yiling," Lan Wangji finally stated. "I would like to retrieve some clothes for him and also look at some things Wei Ying left," he explained.Wen Qing voiced her concerns, "That is not safe, Hanguang Jun. The palace guards are searching for A-Yuan. They have put Yiling under surveillance, and you cannot collect clothes without them realizing you have the child."Lan Wangji pondered this revelation, understanding the gravity of the situation. Retrieving belongings from Yiling was no longer a straightforward task, and the safety of A-Yuan had to be the top priority."They might realize it soon!" Wen Ning pointed out, his voice filled with concern. "Hanguang Jun didn't have a child, and now he has a kid with him."Lan Wangji considered the situation and responded, "Cloud Recesses has many child disciples. I will put him on the list. I will adopt him."Wen Qing cautioned, "Hanguang Jun, it is quite dangerous. If they find out, you will face consequences.""I do not care. I will adopt him and raise him. I will not let them have him. From now on, refer to him as Sizhui or Lan Yuan. He is my son and a disciple of our clan," Wangji declared firmly. "The child they look for has left with Wei Ying and disappeared."Wen Qing nodded and said, "Thank you, Hanguang Jun."Lan Wangji nodded in acknowledgment, "I will return to our home now." With a bow, he left.The journey back to the Cloud Recesses was a lengthy one. A-Yuan had fallen asleep on his shoulder, and Wangji was deep in thought. When he finally arrived at the entrance, he unexpectedly bumped into his brother."Wangji," his brother exhaled slowly, seemingly sensing the gravity of the situation."Brother," Lan Wangji responded, his grip on A-Yuan tightening, an unmistakable determination in his eyes.His brother informed him, "Wangji, Uncle wants the child. He said we have to hand him over.""I won't, brother. He is a child, he is only 5!" Wangji declared, struggling to remain calm despite his anger. "He is my son. I want to adopt him!"Lan Xichen, known for his composed and gentle nature, exhaled audibly, surprising them both. "I will help you. Let's register him before Uncle finds out you came back," he suggested.Lan Wangji nodded in gratitude. "Thank you.""You go do that; I will distract them," Lan Xichen assured him. "Wangji, I support you," he added before departing, leaving Wangji to take the necessary steps to secure A-Yuan's place in the Cloud Recesses.Lan Wangji entered the registry room with a sense of urgency and began swiftly filling out the necessary paperwork. He worked at a rapid pace, determined to complete the adoption process for A-Yuan before his uncle discovered his return. It was a challenging task, made even more complicated by the need to keep a constant hold on A-Yuan, as he feared that even a moment's distraction could lead to someone snatching the child and handing him over to the palace guards. The responsibility weighed heavily on him, but he was unwavering in his determination to secure A-Yuan's place as his son within the Cloud Recesses.Lan Xichen, stepping out of the crowd, made his way up to Lan Wangji. He placed a reassuring hand on his brother's shoulder, smiling warmly, and spoke with unwavering support, "I will take punishment as well if needed. Please leave my nephew alone."Lan Xichen, standing alongside Lan Wangji, was prepared to support his brother in defending A-Yuan. The clan elders and Lan Qiren were initially taken aback by their determination.After a few moments of tense silence, Lan Qiren finally spoke, "Very well, Lan Xichen, take the child to the jingshi. It is better that he sleeps in a bed."Lan Xichen nodded and disappeared into the building to take A-yuan away. "As for you, Lan Wangji," Lan Qiren continued, "I am very disappointed in your attitude and the unruly manners you displayed. Go and kneel in the punishment room while we discuss your punishment.""Yes, Uncle," Lan Wangji responded, bowing respectfully before following the instructions, fully aware of the consequences he might face for his actions in protecting his son.
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Wangji knelt on the hard, unforgiving wooden floor, his sense of time slipping away as he awaited the impending punishment. It was a place he had never been before – the dreaded punishment room. While he had never experienced such consequences himself, he had witnessed many of his fellow clan members face punishment once or twice. He never thought the punishments were unjust or too severe; in fact, he had spent his life meticulously following the rules and precepts of his clan, always ensuring that his actions and feelings aligned with their strict code.It was this unwavering dedication to the rules that had earned him the nickname "Hanguang Jun." But now, for the first time, he had made a choice that went against the elders' expectations. It was a decision born of anger and frustration, for he believed that the elders' instructions were wrong. Yet, he also understood that they were trying to protect the clan, even if it meant acting in ways he found objectionable. As he knelt there, Wangji grappled with the conflicting emotions of going against his clan's wishes to hand over A-Yuan. He was unwavering in his conviction; he knew with absolute certainty that keeping A-Yuan safe and far away from the palace was the right thing to do. He had no regrets about his actions and, given the chance to start anew, he would make the same choices all over again.However, the reason he obediently knelt down to await punishment was clear. He understood the implications of acting in secrecy and breaking the rules. It was not merely about the elders' expectations or the consequences he might face. He knelt to set an example for the younger members of the clan, to show that there were consequences for breaking the rules, even if the reasons behind those actions were just. Wangji accepted his impending punishment as a means of upholding the principles and discipline of his clan, making sure that the younger generation would not be tempted to follow in his footsteps and break the rules themselves.Wangji remained in his place, his back straight and his gaze fixed ahead, patiently waiting for the elders to reach a decision. With every passing minute away from A-Yuan, he felt the weight of concern bearing down on him. The thought of the little boy waking up and discovering his absence haunted Wangji. He could already hear the potential cries and see the tears on the child's face, but what troubled him more was the trauma A-Yuan might endure, believing that Lan Wangji had abandoned him. Lost in his thoughts, he failed to notice that his hands were clenched tightly next to his legs.Suddenly, his uncle returned with the elders in tow, their expressions reflecting a mix of anger and determination. It was evident that they were resolved to administer a severe punishment for his actions.One of the elders sternly addressed Lan Wangji, chastising him for his numerous rule violations and especially for adopting the child in a manner that was seen as disgraceful. Lan Qiren stood behind Wangji, his expression unreadable as their eyes met.The elder continued, "As punishment, we have decided that you will receive 33 lashes with the discipline whip. Following that, you will relinquish your powers and enter seclusion in the Jingshi with the child. You may return in five years, provided you demonstrate a reformed attitude."Wangji could clearly see the elder's face contorted with anger, and it was apparent that he considered the punishment to be too lenient for the gravity of Wangji's actions.In response, Wangji couldn't suppress a snort of disbelief, though he maintained a straight face. He spoke firmly, "Very well, I accept the punishment. However, this means that A-Yuan will be officially recognized as a Lan, referred to as my son, and afforded the same respect as any other Lan disciple."A heavy silence hung in the air after Wangji's statement. Lan Qiren stepped forward and said, "Of course, Wangji," his tone calm and approving. He then turned his attention to one of the disciples, who brought forth the whip. Lan Qiren accepted it and positioned himself behind Lan Wangji.Wangji had anticipated the whipping to be painful, but he was unprepared for the searing intensity of the pain. The discipline whip inflicted a unique kind of suffering that felt like his flesh was being torn apart with each strike. The punishment was brutal, relentless, each lash of the whip tearing through his flesh. Wangji clenched his teeth and fought to maintain his composure, but the pain was nearly unbearable. He couldn't help but feel a deep sense of anger and frustration at the injustice of it all. These elders, the very people who were meant to uphold the values of their clan, were now punishing him for an act of compassion. It was a harsh reminder of how rigid and unforgiving the rules of the Lan clan could be.Still, he refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing him cry out or beg for mercy. Instead, he locked eyes with the elders, his gaze unwavering. He wanted them to fully grasp the depth of the injustice they were perpetrating. This was not the way of the Lan clan he had been raised to uphold. He would endure this torment for the sake of the innocent child he had protected and the principles he held dear. As each lash of the whip struck him, he felt a renewed determination to stand up for what he believed was right, no matter the cost.As the whipping finally ceased, Wangji's body was aching, and his vision wavered. Blood dripped from his mouth, nose, and the welts on his back. Every breath was a struggle, but he refused to show weakness. He maintained his position, not uttering a word of pain. His eyes remained locked on the elders, his back as straight as he could manage, and he waited in silence.Lan Qiren's expression displayed a mixture of pain and reluctance, but he did not intervene or offer any assistance. The other elders nodded in satisfaction and departed, leaving Wangji alone with the weight of his punishment and the deep sense of injustice that continued to burn within him. He would endure this ordeal, and more, if it meant protecting the innocent child he had taken in.Struggling to maintain his balance, Wangji slowly rose to his feet, each movement sending waves of pain through his battered body. He teetered dangerously, attempting to steady himself, but remaining upright proved more challenging than he had anticipated. His entire being was on fire, his mind a buzzing haze, and his vision unfocused.As he took a tentative step, he couldn't sustain his balance and stumbled forward. Bracing for impact with the floor, he instinctively threw his arms in front of his face to avoid further injury. However, instead of meeting the unforgiving ground, his fall was intercepted by two strong and supportive arms.Though his vision remained blurry, Wangji discerned the black robes and leather armbands that securely held him in place. A surge of hope briefly coursed through him, but it quickly faded as he met the gaze of the person standing before him. It was Lan Minghao, known by his courtesy name Weiyong, the father of Jingyi, the young disciple whose company Wangji enjoyed during his lectures. Recent tragedy had struck Lan Minghao's life with the loss of his wife. In honor of her memory and her love for black, he had chosen to wear black mourning clothes instead of the traditional white."Minghao," Wangji whispered, making a concerted effort to bow properly despite his battered state, but two gentle hands stopped him."Don't, Wangji," Minghao said, a note of apology in his voice. "I'm sorry I was late." He then continued, "I heard about the punishment as I was in town. When I arrived, I heard the disciples begging the elders not to punish you harshly, and one of them informed me about how you had adopted a child who was sentenced to death."Wangji simply nodded, unable to find words to respond. There was nothing more to be said, and he had done what he believed was right."I was furious, I still am!" Minghao continued, his anger palpable. "But not at you. I'm angry at your uncle and the elders. How could they punish you for saving the life of an innocent? I will have words with them. They better treat you right!"Wangji struggled to find the words to dissuade him. "Minghao, there's no need," he finally said. "I... I am fine."."Let's get you back to the Jingshi. I've already requested the medics' assistance there. I can't believe they left you alone after everything! You're lucky I came to check on you," Minghao said, his voice filled with concern.Wangji nodded in agreement, and with Minghao's support, they made their way back to the Jingshi. Despite the pain and blurred vision, Wangji was determined to maintain his composure. He didn't want A-Yuan to see any signs of his suffering, knowing that the child had already endured enough.As they approached the Jingshi and passed through the locking charms, the sound of loud crying and screaming reached Wangji's ears. He immediately recognized A-Yuan's voice and couldn't ignore the child's distress. Without a second thought, he broke into a run, ignoring the fact that running was forbidden in the Cloud Recesses.When he reached the source of the cries, he found A-Yuan clinging to a branch in the sakura tree in the garden, while Xichen tried to coax him down. The child was refusing to let go, desperately calling for Wangji and Wei Ying. The sight tugged at Wangji's heartstrings, and he ran as best as he could to reach the tree. After catching his breath, he held out his arms toward A-Yuan."A-Yuan," he said as gently as possible, "please come down. I'm here now, it's okay. Come to me."Wangji's eyes widened as he heard A-Yuan call him "Dada." He felt a surge of pride and happiness that the child had chosen to address him in such an endearing way, entirely on his own. However, he didn't have much time to dwell on it, as A-Yuan was in danger of falling, and he quickly held him close to his chest."Yes, Dada is here. Everything is fine now. You don't have to worry. I told you I would never leave you," Wangji reassured A-Yuan gently while wiping away the child's tears.A-Yuan sobbed harder and clung tightly to Wangji's neck. Wangji carried A-Yuan back inside the Jingshi, where two Cloud Recesses medics and Minghao were waiting for them. Wangji refused any treatment for himself, not wanting to further scare A-Yuan after the traumatic events of the day. It had been a long and stressful day for the child.He laid A-Yuan down in bed, promising once more that he wouldn't leave his side. A-Yuan held onto his fingers tightly and didn't take long to fall asleep, exhausted from all the crying and screaming. Wangji lay beside him, holding his hand, while the medics attended to his injuries.As the medics tended to Wangji's injuries, his uncle, Lan Qiren, entered the room. He observed the scene silently for a moment, his expression a mixture of concern and reproach.Wangji tried to stand, but his uncle's voice stopped him. "Let them finish their work," he said gently, his voice carrying a stern undertone. "Wangji, you acted recklessly today by saving that child. While I understand your intentions, you know well that breaking the rules and acting in secrecy are not the ways of the Lan Clan. You've disobeyed and put our clan in a difficult and dangerous position."Wangji nodded, his head lowered in acknowledgment. He understood the gravity of his actions and the consequences it brought. He believed it was the right thing to do, but he knew it was a breach of their traditions and rules.Lan Qiren continued, "The elders' punishment was severe, but they were driven by fear and adherence to our traditions. From today onward, you will stay confined to the Jingshi and its garden."Wangji felt a pang of disappointment but chose to accept his punishment with humility. He nodded and said, "Thank you, Uncle."Lan Qiren nodded and left the room, leaving Wangji to rest and recover as A-Yuan slept peacefully by his side.Wangji's determination to find Wei Ying remains unwavering, and he extends his search across different realms.In the first few days of his recovery, A-Yuan would lie still next to Wangji, refusing to move away from him even for a few minutes. Lan Wangji indulged him, holding him as much as he could while lying flat on his stomach. He was well aware of the child's need for comfort and reassurance after the traumatic events they had both experienced.However, after a month, Wangji realized that it was essential for A-Yuan's development and well-being to spend time apart and become more independent. With a heavy heart, he encouraged A-Yuan to go out into the garden with Xichen, even though he longed for the child's presence. Wangji hoped that A-Yuan would gradually realize that Wangji would always return to him and that he would never be abandoned. It was a challenging but necessary step for both of them to heal and move forward.One day, as A-Yuan was playing in the garden by himself, Wangji heard him crying. His heart ached at the sound, but he was unable to stand up and check on the child. He attempted to rise from the bed multiple times, each attempt more futile than the last. His spiritual energy had not yet fully recovered from the whipping, leaving him feeling powerless and frustrated.After one last unsuccessful attempt to get up, he let himself fall from the bed, desperate to crawl toward A-Yuan despite the pain. However, as he landed on the floor and began to crawl, he saw A-Yuan standing at the doorway, tears still streaming down his little face. A-Yuan ran to Wangji and tried to help him back onto the bed, but soon gave up and sat down beside him, tears still flowing.Wangji noticed the scrapes on A-Yuan's knees and palms, and he reached out a trembling hand to wipe away the child's tears. He hugged A-Yuan in an awkward but gentle embrace, comforting his son in the best way he could in his weakened state. That's how Lan Xichen found them later that night, in a somewhat awkward yet touching embrace on the floor, huddled together for comfort. He entered the room quietly, his face etched with concern as he beheld the scene.A-Yuan clung to Wangji, nestled on the floor with his now father, his tiny face resting in the crook of Wangji's neck. Lan Xichen didn't utter a word; instead, he calmly approached them. He knelt down beside Wangji and extended a helping hand to assist Wangji back onto the bed. Wangji was deeply appreciative; his elbows had grown sore from the long hours he spent propped up on them while cradling A-Yuan. All he wanted at that moment was a moment of respite and a bit of sleep, and he knew he could trust his brother to care for his son while he rested.Months passed by with Wangji on bed rest, recovering from the severe punishment. Finally, he was cleared to sit and move about again. As the days went by, he realized it was nearing A-Yuan's birthday. Wanting to be sure of the date, he had Wen Ning confirm it for him.Once he knew the date, Wangji began planning a small celebration for A-Yuan. They couldn't have visitors or go outside due to their seclusion, but that didn't deter him. He decorated their living area with birthday paintings and decorations, even allowing the rabbits inside the room for the special day.When A-Yuan saw the colorful decorations, his face lit up with joy. They spent the day painting, enjoying a birthday cake, and playing together. As the day wore on, A-Yuan grew tired from all the excitement and running around. He nestled in Wangji's lap while Wangji played his guqin, a peaceful end to a joyous birthday celebration.In the evening, there was a knock on the door, and Menghao stood there holding the hand of Jingyi. It was their usual Friday evening visit, where they would stay for hours to enjoy lunch and tea with Wangji. Wangji had tried to convince Minghao not to visit regularly because he feared the consequences if the elders found out. However, Minghao reassured him that while the elders had confined Wangji, they hadn't forbidden visitors, so there was nothing they could do.At first, Wangji had been reluctant to accept the visits, but seeing how happy A-Yuan and Jingyi were to play together every Friday, he quickly gave up arguing. He was glad they had come by today too. A-Yuan's face lit up when he saw his best friend, and they began playing together immediately, their ribbons dancing in the wind as they ran around the apartment, while their parents sat down for some tea. It was a heartwarming sight that made Wangji realize how important these moments of joy were for his son.
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Gradually, Lan Wangji regained his mobility. Initially, he could sit for continuous hours, then move around inside the Jingshi for short periods. Slowly, his strength returned, enabling him to walk unaided once more. With his physical recovery underway, Lan Xichen intervened and passionately pleaded with the elders on behalf of Lan Yuan. Fueled by his impassioned plea for justice, the elders agreed to lift the child's seclusion. Relief washed over Lan Wangji upon hearing this news; the development vindicated A-Yuan, absolving him of any unjust punishment. Now, the child could embrace a more typical, joyful existence, liberated from the unfair retribution that had befallen Lan Wangji.
With the constraints of seclusion removed, A-Yuan was granted the freedom to explore the Cloud Recesses, much like other children his age. Wangji encouraged him to roam and immerse himself in the wonders of their surroundings. Although initially hesitant, A-Yuan gradually warmed up to the idea, now enjoying wandering through the Cloud Recesses with Jingyi. The latter's tendency to run more than walk infused the environment with youthful energy and exuberance.
Jingyi's presence in Wangji's life served as a bittersweet reminder of Wei Ying. The young boy's carefree spirit and easygoing personality warmed Wangji's heart, yet they also deepened the ache he felt due to Wei Ying's absence. Wangji was grateful that A-Yuan had a friend who didn't always adhere strictly to the rules, and he hoped that his son would have a happier and less lonely childhood than he himself had experienced.
Wangji dedicated his utmost effort to caring for A-Yuan. In the child's early years, questions about Wei Ying were a common occurrence, but over time, these inquiries became less frequent. Wangji grappled with conflicting emotions regarding this development. On one hand, he feared that A-Yuan might forget Wei Ying, yet on the other hand, he was hesitant to broach the subject, worried that discussing it could unintentionally cause his son pain. He observed A-Yuan's growth with a mix of joy and sorrow, striving to provide a loving and stable environment as a father and guide, all while feeling the weight of the knowledge that Wei Ying would miss witnessing it. Determined to offer A-Yuan a nurturing and fatherly presence, Wangji was careful not to impose excessive rigidity, recognizing that Wei Ying would have disliked such an upbringing for their son.
Fully embracing his courtesy name, A-Yuan became known affectionately as Sizhui among the residents of the Cloud Recesses. Wangji found solace in the fact that Odin had made no attempts to claim the child as his own.
With A-Yuan's seclusion lifted, the prospect of him attending lessons with the other children loomed ahead. Wangji saw this as an opportunity to commence teachings with his son. Finding solace in the rhythmic cadence of instructing A-Yuan, each lesson evolved into a symphony of precision, a dance between mentor and pupil, and, more importantly, between a father and his son. Amidst the serene landscapes of the Cloud Recesses, Wangji carefully guided A-Yuan through the ancient arts of cultivation and meditation. The profound principles of their sect resonated in each hushed conversation, passing down a legacy through the generations, a legacy that Wangji was now determined to impart to A-Yuan.
In the serene hallways of the Cloud Recesses, Lan Wangji perceived more than a mere student in A-Yuan; he discerned potential, a glimmer of resilience reminiscent of his own journey. With meticulous patience, he imparted not only techniques but also the unyielding discipline that defined their sect. Lan Wangji, a stoic guardian, shaped each lesson into a formative experience, constructing a bridge that connected A-Yuan to the traditions binding their community.
Haunted by memories of his cold and lonely past, Lan Wangji ensured that A-Yuan's journey differed. Every interaction carried a subtle warmth, a silent promise resonating in their shared silences. As days unfolded, Lan Wangji's teachings transcended mere skill mastery, delving into the fostering of virtue. A-Yuan, with earnest eyes, absorbed not only the intricate movements of cultivation but also the values defining the Cloud Recesses—a haven of order, loyalty, and honor.
Lan Wangji, a silent guide, bore witness to the transformation as A-Yuan evolved from a novice to a reflection of the principles ingrained in the very walls surrounding them. Every lesson bore the weight of tradition, a testament to Lan Wangji's dedication to preparing A-Yuan for integration with his peers. In the quiet of their shared moments, the stoic teacher saw beyond the surface—a burgeoning cultivator, a blossoming soul, and a connection woven through the threads of time.
A-yuan was currently meditating alongside Wangji. As he looked at A-yuan, a cascade of thoughts flooded Lan Wangji's mind. He saw a reflection of his own past, the cold and solitude that once gripped his heart. Yet, in A-yuan, there was a warmth, a resilience that he longed for in his own youth. A-yuan's presence was like a gentle breeze softening the edges of the austere Cloud Recesses, bringing life to the stillness. His little core was buzzing as he focused on breathing and mind-cleansing, just as he was taught. Wangji took a minute more to observe the child, marveling at how well-behaved and intelligent he was. A-yuan obeyed, listened, and worked hard. Wangji knew part of it stemmed from the fear of being left alone once more, yet he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of pride in A-yuan's strength within this unfamiliar environment.
Refusing to overwork him, Wangji decided that the boy deserved his daily reward and gently halted their training session for the morning.
"It is enough for this morning, A-yuan," he softly said, his voice carrying a rare tenderness.
A-yuan softly opened his small round eyes, innocence and curiosity dancing in those orbs.
"Let's go feed the rabbits, shall we?" Wangji suggested, his heart warmed by the prospect of this simple joy.
"Sizhui can run inside the Jingshi," Wangji allowed, his gaze fixed on A-yuan. "I don't mind you running. You're young; you should have fun without rules to stop you." A small smile adorned his face, the rare expression of a father figure wanting to shield his child from the constraints of the world. "Only inside the Jingshi, not outside."Sizhui nodded, running off towards the kitchen, and a subtle smile played on Wangji's lips. What Shufu doesn't know can't hurt him, he mused, realizing that these deviations from tradition were not just for A-yuan but for himself — a chance to rewrite his own narrative through the innocence of this child. Allowing Sizhui to run inside the jingshi marked a deliberate departure from the austere norms that had defined Lan Wangji's own upbringing within the rigid traditions of the Cloud Recesses. For Wangji, every footfall echoing against the polished floors was a small rebellion against the stoic discipline ingrained in his formative years.As he observed A-Yuan's eagerness, Wangji couldn't help but recognize the echoes of his own suppressed childhood yearnings. The jingshi, once a sanctuary of solitude, now bore witness to the revival of youthful exuberance. It was a space where the stifling constraints of tradition loosened their grip, allowing the vibrant spirit of a child to flourish.The decision to permit running inside the jingshi wasn't merely a relaxation of rules; it was a conscious effort to infuse an element of freedom into A-Yuan's upbringing. Wangji, typically reserved, understood the importance of balance. In those moments, where the sound of running feet filled the air, he glimpsed a version of himself that had been denied expression in his own youth. Wei Ying's influence lingered in the corners of Wangji's mind. He could almost hear the laughter of his lost lover, a voice encouraging the breaking of traditions for the sake of joy. Allowing A-Yuan to run was, in a way, honoring the memory of Wei Ying and rebelling against the shadow of loneliness that had haunted Wangji's own past.When they reached the rabbits, Lan Wangji settled nearby, watching A-yuan lie down with carrots in his hands. The softness in Wangji's eyes spoke volumes of the affection that was blossoming, a silent acknowledgment of the fatherly bond growing stronger with each passing day. A-yuan's laughter echoed in the stillness, a melody that resonated with the healing of Wangji's own wounded soul.
Years later, when A-Yuan turned seven, Wangji decided it was time for him to start sleeping in the dormitories with his friends. He hoped that A-Yuan would develop closer bonds with peers his age, something he himself had missed growing up, especially given his isolation within the Lan Sect. Fortunately, the boy quickly made friends. His intelligence, kindness, and studious nature endeared him to the junior disciples, and even Lan Qiren held him in high regard, considering him his most exemplary student. Wangji felt a profound sense of relief hearing this.
Lan Wangji vividly remembered the repercussions of his decision to adopt the child. The elders expressed their disapproval, and even his uncle, someone he expected support from, disagreed. Instead of being praised for saving a child's life, he faced punishment. The very child they now adored and praised was the same baby they had wished dead not long ago. This evoked a turbulent mix of emotions within Wangji—disgust, anger, and a sense of powerlessness.
To avoid confronting the elders, Wangji chose seclusion within the Jingshi, venturing out only when absolutely necessary. The sanctuary of his solitude allowed him to focus on himself, a luxury he hadn't had in years, especially now that his son was actively participating in classes. The events surrounding the adoption had changed him profoundly, and his encounters with Wei Ying had left an indelible mark. Wangji had no desire to revert to the person he once was, and he found solace in that transformation.
For as long as A-Yuan had been with him and needed him, Lan Wangji had denied himself the right to cry, express anger, or feel anything other than unwavering devotion to playing his guqin in honor of Wei Ying. During his initial bed rest period, he felt an intense urge to search for Wei Ying, but the responsibility of looking after A-Yuan kept him bound. Wangji knew that Wei Ying would want him to prioritize the child's welfare and protection, so he forced himself to maintain his composure and focus on the task at hand.
His hope of reuniting with Wei Ying never wavered. Despite the rumors, the doubts, and even his brother's attempts to convey the harsh reality, Wangji refused to accept Wei Ying's death. Instead, he mourned silently in his own way. He didn't burn incense or paper offerings. Instead, every night, he sat at his guqin, allowing the moonlight to bathe the Jingshi in its soft radiance. He offered silent prayers, pleading gently, "Wei Ying, if you can hear me, please answer." Each night, he played Inquiry, the language through which the Lan Clan communicates with spirits with the guqin, a skill he had learned as a child.
Through Inquiry, he could reach out to Wei Ying's spirit, if it still existed in this world or beyond. Night after night, the guqin's melodies resonated, but no response ever came, leaving Lan Wangji's heart aching more with every passing day.
At times, Sizhui would sleep over at the Jingshi, and during those nights, he would sit and listen to Wangji play his guqin. Occasionally, Sizhui would even join in, playing the same melody alongside Wangji. Wangji suspected that Sizhui might understand the significance of the melody and who it was intended for, but the child never asked or inquired about it. Instead, he accompanied Wangji and offered a comforting cup of tea once the music concluded.
Sizhui had grown up surrounded by Wangji's rabbits, so he was accustomed to staying very still for extended periods. His ability to remain calm and focused was a skill that he had honed, considering the delicate nature of those tiny creatures that were easily frightened. One night, as they both sat down to drink tea after playing for a couple of hours, Sizhui finally asked.
"Dad, why isn't the person answering you?"
Wangji wasn't really surprised by the question; Sizhui knew what Inquiry was; he had been diligently learning it from Wangji. So he answered.
"Inquiry permits us to communicate with the spirits, but it is their choice as to whether to answer us or not," he said gently.
"It was someone important to you, right?" The words were out before Sizhui could hold himself back; Wangji could see he didn't think he would say it because Sizhui clasped his hands over his mouth in shock.
"Hmm," he said, smiling slightly.
"I... I remember you had someone important to you," Sizhui started again.
"What do you remember?" Lan Wangji encouraged him.
"A man, I can't remember his name or his face. Just dark clothes, spicy dishes... I remember sitting in between you and someone else at the table... my memories, they are more of sensations than actual images," he said, looking down at his hands.
"Hmm. That is true, there was someone with us. Someone dear to me," Wangji said, choosing not to push Sizhui too much.
"Is the person..." Again, Sizhui looked down at his lap.
"I don't think he is. But he is gone, something happened," Wangji said. "You were very young; it is normal with all the trauma that you don't remember him. It is okay, Sizhui, don't be ashamed. Time will help bring your memories back," he continued.
"Dad... why didn't you go look for him?" Sizhui asked.
"Because it was not the right time. You needed me more than him," Wangji wanted to say, "because I promised him to care for you first," but he didn't say so. That was something his son didn't need to know.
"Because of me... Dad, why don't you go now?" Sizhui asked hopefully.
"I regret nothing. I am very happy to have you as my son. I would do it again anytime. You don't have to feel guilty over this," Wangji explained.
"I am grown up now, I can take care of myself. Why don't you go out to find him and bring him back?" Sizhui asked again.
"I will. When you are old enough, and I will be certain I can leave you here safely," Wangji answered.
"I am safe, Dad! Please, please find him," Sizhui pleaded, as if he knew who the man was.
"Hmm, I will," Wangji nodded, closing the discussion on that note. Sizhui must have understood because he also stopped talking.
That evening, Wangji couldn't help but think about Wei Ying. Where is he? Why isn't he coming back? What had happened? And his thoughts traveled back to Sizhui, grown-up Sizhui asking him to find and bring Wei Ying back. Wangji wanted to go now; he wanted to, but he knew he had to still wait, for Sizhui's sake.
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The morning sun cast a gentle glow on the Cloud Recesses as Lan Wangji awoke with a heavy heart. Thoughts of Wei Ying lingered, like an unspoken promise echoing through the stillness of the Jingshi. Sizhui's hopeful plea tugged at Wangji's soul, a reminder of a responsibility that weighed on him. He found himself torn between heeding his son's advice to search for Wei Ying and ensuring Sizhui's safety by staying put. The haunting uncertainty loomed—what if Odin came for the child in Wangji's absence? Would the elders protect him, or, like years ago, surrender him to Odin to safeguard the Cloud Recesses? The fear of losing both Wei Ying and Sizhui gnawed at Wangji's resolve. As he stepped outside, the tranquility of the Cloud Recesses embraced him, yet nagging questions persisted. Where could Wei Ying be, and why hadn't he returned? Wangji couldn't shake the longing that echoed in his heart, mirrored in Sizhui's innocent eyes. The air in the Cloud Recesses held a certain heaviness, an anticipation of the unknown. Wangji's steps were measured, each one echoing the internal conflict he grappled with. Sizhui's request lingered in his mind, urging him to embark on a quest he had postponed for years. The answers he sought were shrouded in the mysteries of the past, and as Wangji prepared for the day, a resolve took root within him. Today would mark the beginning of a journey—a journey to uncover the truth, find Wei Ying, and fulfill a promise made to a grown-up Sizhui. He made his way slowly toward his brother's house; if anyone could help him, it would be Lan Xichen. Wangji knocked on the door, and Lan Xichen opened it as if expecting him. "Come on in, Wangji," he said. They both sat down at the table, and his brother offered him tea, which Wangji gladly accepted. As Lan Wangji sat at the table, the fragrance of the tea wafted through the air, offering a subtle comfort amidst his inner turmoil. Lan Xichen observed his brother's conflicted expression, the weight of unspoken concerns evident in the lines on Wangji's face. "Wangji," Lan Xichen began, his voice a steady, "I can see the struggle within you. Is something troubling your heart?" Wangji hesitated "Sizhui..." resolved he continued " he asked me to find Wei Ying. The desire to seek him is strong, but I fear what might happen here if I leave." Lan Xichen nodded understandingly, his gaze compassionate. "Your duty to the Cloud Recesses is commendable, but family is just as important. You can go; I'll look after Sizhui. Do not worry. Remember, Wangji," Lan Xichen added, "sometimes, the pursuit of truth and love leads us to unexpected solutions. Trust your heart, and may clarity guide your decisions." As the brothers continued their conversation, the weight on Wangji's shoulders felt a bit lighter, knowing that even in the face of difficult choices, he had the support of family. His brother had not fallen him back then, and he knew that this time again, his brother would not fail him. The library enveloped Lan Wangji in a tranquil calmness as he approached Sizhui, who was engrossed in a book. Lan Wangji stood there for a few moments without uttering a word, taking in the sight of the young man he had raised. The recent conversation with his brother lingered in his thoughts, prompting him to engage with Sizhui once again. The rhythmic turning of pages by the boy ceased as Wangji's soft voice interrupted the quiet. "Sizhui," he said, careful not to startle him. Sizhui looked up, warmth filling his eyes. "Father, is something the matter?" Sizhui inquired as Wangji took a seat beside him. There was a silent pause before Lan Wangji began, "I need to discuss something important with you again, A-Yuan." Closing his book, Sizhui gave Wangji his undivided attention. "Of course, dad. What is it?" Wangji chose his words with precision. "You asked me to find Wei Ying, and I am seriously considering it. But I want to make sure you are okay with me leaving, even if it's just for a while. I know he is alive somewhere, but something must prevent him from coming back." Sizhui's expression shifted, a blend of understanding and concern. "Dad, I want him to come back as much as you do. If you believe going to find him will help, then I'm okay with it. I don't think he would have left us behind; something must have happened. He..." Sizhui interrupted himself, smiling. "I'll be fine here," he said, reassuringly. "Sizhui, please finish your thoughts, they are valid even if they don't match mine, I told you that already right? " Wangji said "Yes dad, multiple times. It's...it's just that I don't remember him as well as you do and still I know he loved us with all his heart and it's not fair no one looked for him" Sizhui said Gratitude filled Wangji as he nodded. "He loved you the most, he would never leave you and he even fighted for your safety, you can be sure of that. And I will ensure everything is in order before I leave, and your uncle will be here if you need anything. I will look for him Sizhui, we will bring him home" Wangji reassured him Sizhui offered a reassuring smile. "Thank you, Dad. Just promise you'll come back." It was rare for Sizhui to sound this vulnerable, but Lan Wangji knew it was due to these traumatic events. In a rare display of affection, he gently ruffled Sizhui's hair. "I promise, A-Yuan. I'll come back no matter what. No one can keep me away from you." "Are you leaving soon?" Sizhui asked, his eyes reflecting a mix of concern and acceptance. Wangji nodded, acknowledging the unspoken understanding between them. "Yes, A-Yuan. However, I want to be sure you're comfortable with my decision. If you want me to wait a few more years, that's fine too." Sizhui offered a reassuring smile. "I am, Dad. I'll be fine here, and Uncle will be with me. You've postponed this long enough; it is time for my second father to come home too." Wangji returned the smile, appreciating Sizhui's maturity. "I will visit the elders and make the necessary arrangements. I'll also inform Uncle of my plans. I'll leave you with this talisman; if anything happens, if you are in danger or need me, use it. It will reach me wherever I am, and no matter where I am, I will rush back to you. This was invented by Wei Ying; it will reach me for sure, so keep it for really urgent situations, understood?" Sizhui took the talisman, admiring its exquisite craftsmanship. The surface of the talisman, bathed in a soft, ethereal glow, displayed an intricate pattern of swirling silver and azure hues. The delicate lines and curves seemed to dance with a life of their own, forming a mesmerizing tapestry that told a tale of both magic and sentiment. As his fingers traced the edges, Sizhui could feel the smooth, cool texture of the talisman, like polished moonstone beneath his touch. The craftsmanship was meticulous, each detail etched with precision, creating a tactile connection between the tangible and the mystical. The talisman seemed to radiate a quiet energy, as if it held the essence of Wei Ying's ingenuity and Lan Wangji's unwavering determination. Holding it in his palm, Sizhui sensed a comforting warmth emanating from the talisman, as if it carried the residual love and protection of those who had crafted it. He marveled at the smooth, cool texture and the swirling silver and azure hues that danced on its surface. With a glance back at Wangji, he spoke, "I will be fine, Dad. Nothing will happen. I am safe with Uncle. Please bring him back with you so we can be a family again. I'll keep the talisman safe until you return." Wangji, not accustomed to showing affection easily, was moved by Sizhui's reassurance. He pulled Sizhui into a tight hug, his fingers gently caressing Sizhui's back, and kissed his forehead. "I'll bring our beloved back with me; that is a promise," he said into his son's hair, determined to fulfill this. "Good luck, Dad," Sizhui told him before letting him go, the talisman clutched securely in his hand, a tangible reminder of their connection in the days to come. After a heartfelt conversation with Sizhui in the library, Lan Wangji found a renewed sense of purpose. The weight of uncertainty lifted, alleviating his apprehension about leaving Sizhui alone. Instead, determination guided his steps as he exited the library, making his way back to the Jingshi. There, Wangji carefully gathered the essentials for his journey—some changes of clothes, his guqin, and, most significantly, the cherished flute once owned by Wei Ying. Each item held memories and significance, arranged with meticulous care. As he placed Wei Ying's flute among his belongings, the haunting melody of its past echoed in the room. The melodious notes, once played by Wei Ying himself, resonated within Lan Wangji's heart. The flute served as a tangible link to the missing man, a musical promise carried by Wangji on his quest to bring Wei Ying back. In Wangji's eyes, the flute was an extension of Wei Ying, and he harbored a hopeful belief that it might guide him towards its owner. Though acknowledging the apparent silliness of such a notion, he couldn't help but cling to the possibility. Initially contemplating leaving without informing the elders, a sense of responsibility prevailed within Lan Wangji. He wanted to set a positive example for Sizhui and the other disciples, recognizing that leaving without notifying the elders about such a significant journey might be poorly perceived and undermine unity among the adults. Despite initial resistance from the elders, they soon discerned the unwavering determination reflected in Lan Wangji's resolute gaze. "That is an unnecessary journey; that man is dead, Wangji," they asserted. However, he refused to entertain such notions. The fire in his eyes conveyed a conviction that surpassed doubt, making it clear that he would not be dissuaded from his mission. Three years had elapsed since Wei Ying's enigmatic disappearance, a period during which Lan Wangji tirelessly scoured familiar haunts—their shared places, the winding hills, and even the realm of humans. Yet, all his efforts yielded no traces of his beloved. A resolute promise echoed within him: the comprehensive search he had vowed to undertake once Sizhui reached an age of self-sufficiency. Now, with Sizhui standing on the brink of maturity, the moment had arrived to channel every ounce of his power and energy into the quest for Wei Ying, wherever it might lead. His uncle's acknowledgment resonated, "Go, there is nothing we can do to stop you, and I can see that." "Thank you, Uncle," Lan Wangji bowed respectfully. He added, with unwavering conviction, "I am confident that, with the competent cultivators here, Sizhui will be well taken care of. He is, after all, my son and the heir to the clan now. I can leave in peace." Wangji deliberately held eye contact with the elders, subtly emphasizing that Sizhui's well-being remained under their watchful eye and protection. The elders, acknowledging the unspoken declaration, nodded in silent agreement. With gratitude expressed, Wangji took his leave. His departure from the Cloud Recesses was a subdued affair, yet the gravity of his purpose reverberated in every step. Riding his sword through the clouds, he bid farewell to the tranquil haven that had long been his home. The journey ahead was a solitary one, but his heart resonated with the echoes of Wei Ying's laughter and the haunting melodies of the flute he now carried. While leaving his brother and son behind was a poignant parting, the ache in his heart for Wei Ying had persisted for years. He couldn't bear to grieve at an empty grave; he couldn't relinquish hope without cause. The need to uncover the truth about his beloved drove him forward. As Lan Wangji traversed the land of the Gods, he observed their blissful existence, seemingly unaffected by the mysterious disappearance of one of the most generous, kind, and beloved individuals who had once been their god of the Moon. His gaze lingered on what was once Wei Ying's house, prompting him to pause and reflect. Upon entering the gates, he found emptiness where there used to be warmth. The absence of furniture, guards, and maids created a stark contrast to the vivid memories of laughter and joy that had once filled the space. Though Lan Wangji understood that Odin had cleared the place, the desolation felt surreal. Moving slowly, he approached Wei Ying's sister's grave, seeking solace and guidance. With a silent prayer, he entreated her spirit to help him in his quest to find Wei Ying. Resuming his journey with a determined spirit, Lan Wangji set his sights on the fairy realm. Aware of the strained relationship between the fairies and Odin, he speculated that Wei Ying might find refuge in their lands. Anticipating a four-day journey, he steeled himself for the challenges ahead, driven by the unwavering hope that each step would bring him closer to unraveling the mystery of Wei Ying's disappearance. Under the expansive night sky, Lan Wangji would unfailingly retrieve the flute, playing a melody infused with both yearning and optimism. The music's resonance blended harmoniously with the rustling leaves and the soft whispers of the wind, creating an ethereal symphony that felt like nature itself conspiring to aid him in his quest. In these tranquil moments of introspection, Lan Wangji drew comfort from the memories encapsulated in each cherished item. His clothes, the guqin, and, most significantly, the flute, transformed into steadfast companions, serving as poignant reminders of the driving force behind his journey. The flute, in particular, held an almost mystical connection to the absent Wei Ying.
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In the enchanting embrace of the Fairy realm, a week had unfolded since Lan Wangji's arrival. Despite meeting numerous fairy inhabitants, none bore witness to the elusive presence of Wei Ying. A crossroads loomed, tempting Wangji to traverse realms anew in search of his beloved. Yet, opting for contemplation over haste, he settled into meditation, seeking guidance amidst the ethereal beauty that surrounded him.Within the serene garden, the soft luminescence of magical flora cast a gentle glow on Wangji as he grappled with a pivotal decision. Should he persist within the fairy realm or venture into unexplored dimensions? The distant melodies of fairy music, a symphony of enchantment, interwove with the persistent echoes of Wei Ying's memory in his heart. The mystical air begged the question: what would be his next move in this otherworldly expanse?Amidst his meditation, vivid recollections of Wei Ying's animated tales filled Wangji's thoughts. The spirited existence of fairies, their mischievous escapades, and the alluring freedom that defined their way of life played like a vivid tapestry before him.As his mind circled the cherished memories shared with Wei Ying, a graceful fairy alighted in the garden, interrupting his contemplation. Adhering to fairy etiquette, Wangji bowed deeply before introducing himself."I am a mere traveler, dear Fairy. My name is...""Lan Wangji, right?" The fairy interjected, her laughter echoing cheerfully through the garden. Surprised by her familiarity, Wangji nodded."You know of me?" he inquired, his voice a calm melody despite the animated curiosity within him. She was the first of her kind to approach him willingly. The fairy smiled, her wings shimmering with ethereal light."We've heard tales of a determined traveler seeking someone dear. Wei Ying, was it?" The mere mention of Wei Ying stirred a complex symphony of emotions in Wangji, who nodded affirmatively."Wei Ying was a very good friend of mine. I am Lirael, he was a generous deity with no ulterior motives. He rescued me when I was wounded and lost in Odin's realm. If not for his help, I would not be alive today. He spoke fondly of you, the God of the Moon who, despite refusing acknowledgment, he loved dearly. He mentioned you often."Lirael's graceful landing near Lan Wangji stirred a familiar sensation within him, reminiscent of the animated tales Wei Ying had woven about fairies. Stories of a tiny, adorable fairy he had assisted, forging an unexpected friendship. Wei Ying's fondness for Lirael had resonated in his anecdotes, portraying her as a lively presence that drew him in. As she moved with grace and mirth, Lan Wangji felt a profound sense of déjà vu.Observing Lirael's ethereal laughter and vibrant spirit, Wangji couldn't escape the uncanny resemblance to Wei Ying. Her arrival sparked hope in his heart. Could she have information about Wei Ying or perhaps a message left by his beloved?"Have you seen him?" Wangji's eyes betrayed a glimmer of hope, yearning for any clue that might bring him closer to Wei Ying."Unfortunately, no, not recently. It has been years since I last saw him. When I heard of his disappearance, I searched in vain across different realms. There was no trace. I even feared Odin might have harmed him in the palace," she admitted, her expression marred by pain.The mention of Odin kindled anger within Wangji. The Supreme God, entrusted with their protection, had committed unspeakable acts. The memory of Odin's unjust actions weighed heavily on Wangji's conscience. He vividly recalled Wei Ying's concerns about Odin's potential retaliation if their relationship was revealed. Despite his promises to protect Wei Ying, Lan Wangji felt the sting of failure.Lirael shared that rumors of Wangji's journey had spread far and wide, even reaching those who doubted the possibility of finding Wei Ying. Whispers of a lone cultivator, armed with a resolute gaze and a flute playing a song of hope, began circulating. Aware that Odin might soon discover his quest, Wangji steeled himself for the challenges ahead. No matter what obstacles lay in his path, he was determined to press on, seeking the truth about Wei Ying's disappearance."Thank you for your help, Lirael. However, I do not believe Wei Ying is gone," Lan Wangji asserted."How sure can you be? He wouldn't leave on his own; he's not stupid. He wouldn't let himself die... But that man you call 'supreme,' he once killed his sister. Why wouldn't he take Wei Ying's life?" Lirael's voice carried a hint of anger, not directed at Wangji but at Odin."I..." What could he say? What proof could he offer? Wangji himself didn't truly know what had happened to Wei Ying. If Lirael was right, then finding him might be an impossible task."I hope," he replied reluctantly. "I can only hope. I can feel that there is more to this than what they want us to believe. I can sense he is alive, and since I have not seen his dead body... I hope." The uncertainty weighed heavily in his words, yet his determination to uncover the truth remained unwavering.Lirael smiled, "You hope," she said, pausing to gaze at him with an expression he couldn't quite understand. It wasn't pity; it seemed compassionate. "Isn't that worse?" she asked.Lan Wangji took a moment before answering, "Hope is a companion and a tormentor. Is it worse than knowing he is dead? No, but it still plants doubt in your heart, doubt that will never release its grip, doubt that will persist," he finally said."Are you trying to say that you can't move on, after all those years?" she asked.Wangji looked at her silently, and instead of answering, he said, "Have you?"She smiled again, "I can't. He was my best friend, but I haven't found him anywhere. If he is alive, he doesn't want to be found," she paused, "and if he is dead, then finding him is impossible now."Lan Wangji simply nodded. He didn't want to argue with her. Nobody could understand him or his reasons. He didn't need to explain himself to Wei Ying's friend. His pain was his burden alone. Had he not tried to rid himself of those feelings? He had in the beginning when Wei Ying was seeking his friendship, and he had failed.In the years spent raising Sizhui, Lan Wangji never entertained the thought of abandoning his search for Wei Ying. While others assumed it was due to an inability to accept Wei Ying's death, Wangji's persistence stemmed from a deep-seated conviction. A relentless feeling gnawed at him, insisting that Wei Ying's demise was a fabricated tale, and his beloved must be imprisoned somewhere.Before departing, Leira, the fairy, revealed that the only realms she hadn't explored were the Giants' realm and Hel's realm, the domain of the goddess of death. Wangji decided that his next destination would be the Giants' realm.Since his search with the fairies yielded no sign of Wei Ying, Wangji believed it was time to progress in his adventure. He sent a discreet butterfly message to his brother, updating him on his well-being and inquiring about Sizhui. However, he omitted the specifics of his current quest and his location, cautious of sparking false hope or inadvertently disclosing his plans to Odin. Riding toward the Shi Mountain, home of the giants, he allowed his thoughts to dwell on the scant information he possessed. Amidst the uncertainties, a persistent intuition persisted—that Wei Ying was being held captive somewhere. Wangji briefly contemplated seeking the oracles but decided to reserve that as his last resort, wary of potential repercussions if Odin were to catch wind of his actions.Lost in contemplation, Wangji was abruptly jolted from his thoughts when a colossal hand seized his sword, forcefully slamming him to the ground. He soared through the air before colliding with a nearby tree. Swiftly recovering, he summoned his sword back, preparing himself for an impending clash.The giant's massive fists descended with seismic force, aiming to crush Lan Wangji. Swift as the wind, Wangji leaped and spun through the air, his sword tracing a gleaming arc to intercept the colossal blow. The impact reverberated through the ground, causing fractures in the earth beneath their feet.Gracefully landing, Wangji's sword resonated with spiritual energy. Drawing upon his cultivation, he unleashed a surge of power, manifesting as ethereal blue ribbons of light. These ribbons extended from his sword, weaving a protective shield around him. The giant, momentarily stunned by this display of spiritual prowess, observed as Wangji moved with a dancer's grace within the protective web.Seizing the moment as the giant prepared for another strike, Wangji acted swiftly. With a graceful flourish, he released a burst of spiritual energy, propelling himself toward the towering adversary. The blue ribbons danced in the air, creating an otherworldly spectacle as Wangji closed the distance.The clash between sword and fist erupted in a burst of sparks, and the ribbons of energy shimmered, forming a protective barrier that absorbed the impact. Wangji, his eyes unwavering and determined, continued to employ his cultivation techniques with fluid precision. Harnessing the unique power of the Lan clan, he created a mesmerizing display of spiritual prowess that harmonized with the energy of the surroundings.In a climactic crescendo, Wangji channeled a surge of spiritual energy into his sword, illuminating the blade with a radiant glow. With a swift and elegant strike, he skillfully disarmed the giant. The spiritual ribbons gracefully encircled the fallen weapon, forming a transient seal to render it inert.Breathing heavily, Wangji stepped back, the ethereal blue ribbons dissipating into the air. The giant, now disarmed and awestruck, braced itself for the final blow it anticipated from Wangji. However, to the giant's surprise, Wangji sheathed his sword and spoke in a calm and benevolent tone."I seek no harm. I am only on a quest to find someone dear to me, and I believe the Giants' realm holds answers."The giant regarded Wangji with a mixture of curiosity and understanding. In a deep and resonant voice, it responded, "You are different from the usual intruders who would not have hesitated to kill me. State your purpose, and I shall guide you to our elders who may possess the knowledge you seek.""I am Lan Wangji, god of the moon, in search of my beloved, Wei Ying, the god of the night. He disappeared years ago, and I have traversed realms in pursuit of his whereabouts. I believe the Giants' realm may hold clues to his mysterious absence," Wangji explained, his gaze unwavering.Initially cautious, the giant sensed the sincerity in Wangji's words. With a nod, it gestured for Wangji to follow. Together, they traversed the colossal expanse of the Giants' realm, where towering mountains and ancient structures seemed to reach the very heavens.As they approached the elders' council, adorned in regal attire, the giants regarded Wangji with a blend of curiosity and respect. Mindful of the need for diplomacy, Wangji bowed respectfully. "I seek information about the whereabouts of a man named Wei Ying. I believe he may have some connection to this realm."In resplendent attire, the eldest giant, draped in ornate robes, spoke with a voice that resonated like distant thunder. "Wei Ying, the name echoes through the ages. What makes you believe he is linked to our realm, God of the Moon?"Wangji recounted his journey, from the enchanting realms of fairies to the grand tales of gods, leaving no detail unspoken. The giants, adorned in regal splendor, listened in solemn silence. When Wangji concluded, the elders exchanged glances."We have heard of no one by that name in our realm. However, the Web of Fates intertwines in mysterious ways. We shall consult the ancient records and divine the threads that may connect your beloved to our realm," the eldest giant declared.With a profound bow, Wangji conveyed his gratitude. As the giants embarked on their divination, he could only hope that the elusive threads of fate would unravel the path to Wei Ying.Engulfed in a quest for answers, Wangji and the giants gathered around ancient scrolls and mystical artifacts. The elder giant, wielding a staff adorned with ancient runes, commenced a profound incantation that resonated through the towering halls.The scrolls unfurled with ethereal light, revealing the interconnected threads of fate. Wangji, his godly senses heightened, watched with unwavering focus as the giants communed with the very fabric of destiny.In a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity, the elder giant spoke, "The threads of Wei Ying's fate are entangled with our realm, God of the Moon. He once sought refuge here, escaping the tumultuous currents of the divine realms. But the path diverged, leading him to uncharted territories."Wangji's heart quickened at the revelation. "Can you discern his current whereabouts? I must find him."The giants, in silent consultation, continued their divination. The elder giant finally spoke, "The threads are elusive, and the vision unclear. Yet, we sense a disturbance in the realm of Hel, the goddess of death. Seek the answers you desire in her shadowed dominion."With a profound bow, Wangji expressed his gratitude. The giants, with a unanimous nod, guided him toward the gateway that led to the mysterious realm of Hel. However, before Wangji, fueled by determination and divine purpose, stepped through the portal, ready to confront the shadows concealing the truth about Wei Ying's disappearance, the giant issued a solemn reminder."If you step through the veil, you will not be able to come out of it unless Hel herself permits it. Are you certain of your decision?"Wangji paused, the weight of the giant's words sinking in. The realization that entering the realm of Hel might be a one-way journey gripped him. He considered the consequences, the potential sacrifice of leaving behind everything he knew, including Sizhui, and the possibility that he might not return.In the pregnant silence that enveloped the air, Wangji's unwavering determination momentarily wavered. The memories of Wei Ying, the solemn promise they shared, and the years spent relentlessly searching for him collided with the uncertain future that loomed. He had given his word to Sizhui about returning, but if Hel denied him, Sizhui would age without either of them. There was the looming possibility of resentment from Sizhui, another consequence to grapple with. Could he mend the strained bonds later?Yet, after drawing a deep breath, Wangji straightened. His gaze, steadfast and resolute, met the elder giant's eyes. "I have journeyed this far in pursuit of Wei Ying, and I cannot turn back now. Whatever challenges await me in Hel's realm, I will confront them. I must find him and bring him back."Sizhui, now old enough to comprehend that Wangji hadn't abandoned him but had embarked on a quest for Wei Ying, was part of the Lan clan, surrounded by caring individuals. However, Wei Ying was alone, and if he was trapped, Wangji needed to be by his side.The giants, acknowledging his unyielding resolve, nodded in solemn understanding. With their silent endorsement, Wangji stepped through the portal, the ethereal threshold between realms, and into the mysterious and foreboding dominion of Hel. The gateway sealed behind him, leaving the giants to resume their watchful existence as guardians of their enigmatic realm.Within the ominous shadows of Hel's domain, Lan Wangji traversed a landscape shrouded in perpetual darkness. An otherworldly chill saturated the air, and the very essence of death permeated every inch of the desolate terrain. The foreboding path unfolded before Wangji, who, with heightened godly senses, pressed forward, ready to face the unknown challenges that awaited him.As he delved deeper into the realm, ethereal spirits and shadows crossed his path, whispering ancient secrets. The souls caught in the limbo between life and afterlife cast hollow-eyed glances at him. They seemed to discern the unwavering determination in his aura, a living being amidst the spectral echoes of the departed.Guided by the echoes of Wei Ying's laughter and the warmth of his presence, Wangji pressed forward. The haunting melodies of the flute, their cherished connection, resonated in his heart. Wangji played the flute, its notes cutting through the oppressive silence, a guiding beacon in the desolation.The realm twisted and turned, a labyrinth of shadows and forgotten echoes. Yet, Wangji persisted, guided by an instinct that transcended the boundaries of the mortal and divine. It was as if the threads of fate themselves whispered directions, leading him inexorably to the heart of Hel's dominion.At last, after traversing this shadowed expanse, Wangji found himself standing before a grand, ancient gate. Its imposing structure radiated an aura of both dread and profound significance. This gate marked the threshold to the inner sanctum of Hel, where the answers he sought might be unveiled.Taking a deep breath, Wangji steadied himself. The weight of his quest, the sacrifices made, and the uncertain future pressed heavily upon him. Yet, fueled by an unyielding love and determination, he pushed open the gates of Hel, prepared to confront whatever awaited him in the domain of the goddess of death.As he crossed the threshold into Hel, an eerie echo of laughter pervaded the air, its sinister resonance sending shivers down Wangji's spine.The chilling laughter reverberated through the desolate halls of Hel, creating a haunting melody that intensified with each step Wangji took. The atmosphere thickened as he ventured further, the spectral whispers of lost souls growing more pronounced. The air itself carried the weight of an oppressive energy, a tangible reminder of the realm's dominion over the departed.In the dimly lit corridors, Wangji moved with cautious steps, the unsettling laughter a constant companion. Shadows twisted and contorted on the walls, forming grotesque figures that seemed to mock the intruder from the realm of the living. The very fabric of Hel resisted his presence, treating him as an unwelcome guest in the land of the departed.As he delved deeper, the echoes of laughter intensified, guiding him through the labyrinthine passages. Wangji heightened his senses, his divine awareness reaching out to decipher the nature of the laughter. It wasn't ordinary laughter; it carried a malevolence, a darkness that tainted the essence of the realm itself.Finally, Wangji emerged into a vast chamber where the laughter reached its zenith. Before him stood a figure draped in shadows, an embodiment of the macabre. The laughter, now transformed into a sardonic symphony, emanated from this spectral presence.The ethereal figure of Hel, cloaked in shadows, extended an invitation with eerie amusement. Wangji's eyes widened as they fell upon the lifeless figure beside the goddess—undoubtedly Wei Wuxian. The laughter that echoed in the chamber took on a haunting familiarity, a distorted mimicry of the joyous spirit Wangji had once known.
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"Lan Wangji, I was waiting for you!" she taunted, her voice a chilling melody that sent shivers down his spine.Wangji's eyes, however, were drawn not to Hel but to the lifeless figure seated beside her – Wei Wuxian, the one he had tirelessly sought across realms. His heart sank as he took in the abyss of emptiness in Wei Wuxian's gaze, a once vibrant spirit now reduced to a haunting stillness."Come closer, come have tea with us, we were so lonely just the both of us," Hel jeered, her words dripping with malice. Wangji couldn't tear his eyes away from Wei Wuxian's lifeless form. The disbelief was overwhelming – how could the man who once laughed and lived so vividly be reduced to this?"Tea?" Wangji's voice sliced through the spectral echoes, a mixture of disbelief and simmering anger. The shock of the moment seized him, but so did an undercurrent of fury at the goddess who held the answers. "What have you done to him?!" he demanded, the question hanging in the air like a plea for an explanation, a plea to reverse the incomprehensible reality before him.Years of relentless searching, the hope that fueled his journey, and the emotional investment in finding Wei Wuxian – all shattered in the face of this grim revelation. The despair that gripped Wangji was profound, a heavy weight settling in his chest as he grappled with the irrevocable loss before him. The unknowns of Wei Wuxian's fate, the torment he endured in the pursuit of answers, now reached a painful climax, leaving Wangji in a whirlwind of disbelief, anger, and the overwhelming despair of a love seemingly lost."Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, how can you be so naive?" Hel's voice echoed, a taunting melody in the desolate chamber. "Do you think I forced him to come here? He chose this himself. Do you think he wasn't tired of all the hurt and sorrow he faced through the others?"Wangji maintained an outward façade of stoicism, his features revealing nothing of the turmoil that surged within. His eyes remained fixed on his lover, a silent plea for understanding battling against the waves of confusion and despair that threatened to consume him. Behind the mask of composure, Wangji grappled with the revelation, questioning the choices that led Wei Wuxian to this desolate realm and the depth of suffering he had endured. The stoic exterior belied the maelstrom of emotions that raged within, a silent tempest in the core of his being."I'll let you have a look at him, at his beautiful eyes," Hel said before flicking her fingers. The pale figure stirred, lifting his head slowly, his eyes locking with Wangji's. However, the emptiness in his eyes was profound. No flicker of recognition or warmth remained. It was as if the vibrant soul Wangji once knew had been extinguished, replaced by a mere semblance of existence."He has found peace here, away from the tumultuous realms of the living. The ties that bind the living are but fleeting illusions," Hel intoned cryptically.Wangji's fists clenched, a surge of conflicting emotions raging within him. The Wei Wuxian before him was a mere echo, a shell of the spirited man he had known. The goddess of death watched, her gaze indifferent to the turmoil unraveling in Wangji's heart. The chilling laughter resumed, an unrelenting echo in the realm of Hel. Each mocking note cut through him, a cruel reminder of the irreversible separation between the living and the dead. The weight of helplessness pressed upon him, a heavy cloak in the desolation of Hel's realm.That's when he heard it, faintly, a sweet melody played by a flute. At first, too engrossed in the shocking revelation before him, he didn't recognize it. But now, as he concentrated, he could hear it clearly. It was Wei Ying's favorite melody, the same one he used to play. Wangji was confused. How was it possible? Wei Ying was in front of him, apparently dead, so how could he hear the melody? He looked at Hel; she smiled at him, but it was no longer a vicious smile. It seemed honest, as if the haunting notes of the flute held a secret that even the goddess of death couldn't conceal.The melody was affecting him, soothing his turbulent emotions, and Wangji started to feel a strange sense of peace. It was then that he remembered something crucial—his mother's tales about the realm and about Hel. A realization dawned upon him, a chilling awareness that the soothing melody could lull the living into a dangerous slumber, leading to their demise unless they kept a clear mind.The ethereal notes of the flute, once a source of comfort, now carried an ominous weight. Wangji's conflicted emotions shifted to a heightened sense of urgency. He needed to resist the enchanting effects of the melody and maintain clarity of thought, or risk succumbing to the same fate that befell those who lingered too long in the realm of Hel.Lan Wangji chose to comply, settling down beside Wei Ying. With a serene demeanor, he entered a state of meditation, focusing his mind to shield against the enchanting melody of the flute. As he closed his eyes, he permitted himself a final gaze at Wei Ying—the beloved figure he had longed to see again. Memories of Wei Ying's infectious laughter and the warmth of his eye smile flooded Wangji's thoughts, creating a bittersweet longing.Years had passed since their last encounter, and Wangji sensed an unsettling difference in Wei Ying. The once vibrant and lively spirit now seemed veiled in an unfamiliar aura. Determined to unravel the mystery, Wangji embarked on a dual quest—to meditate for mental clarity and to scrutinize the altered Wei Ying, seeking answers within the ethereal confines of Hel's realm.As Wangji settled beside the lifeless form of Wei Ying, he closed his eyes, shutting out the haunting visual of his beloved's emptiness. The air was thick with the dissonant notes of the flute, and Wangji focused his divine senses on maintaining an unyielding barrier against its enchanting effects.In the depths of meditation, Wangji called upon the teachings of his clan—the discipline, the unwavering focus, the profound connection to the spiritual realm. The echoes of his mother's cautionary tale reverberated in his mind, urging him to remain vigilant against the lulling melody that sought to entrap his consciousness.As he delved into the recesses of his own spiritual cultivation, Wangji felt the ethereal ribbons of his divine energy intertwining, forming a protective cocoon around his senses. The relentless laughter of Hel, the eerie echoes of the flute, all became distant as Wangji anchored himself in the core of his spiritual strength.Time lost its meaning in that shadowed chamber. Wangji's focus was unwavering, his mind a fortress against the seductive whispers of Hel's realm. The inner turmoil he felt upon seeing Wei Ying in such a state was set aside for the moment. He needed clarity, a clear perception of the truth that eluded him in the enigmatic realm of death.In the profound stillness of his meditation, Wangji felt a gentle whisper, as if his mother's voice echoed through the sanctified halls of the Lan clan, revisiting a tale that had been passed down through generations:
"In the hallowed halls of the Lan clan, nestled among ancient scrolls and revered teachings, my son, once you are of age, go and read them. But for now, let me tell you this story—a tale whispered through generations, a cautionary narrative about the enigmatic realm ruled by Hel, the goddess of death.
The story begins with a courageous deity, much like you, Wangji, who ventured into the dominion of Hel in pursuit of a lost love.
In ages past, this deity, a paragon of devotion, sought his beloved in the shadowed realm. Hel, with her beguiling allure and capricious nature, welcomed him but concealed the perilous truth that lurked beneath the serene facade. The realm, although appearing tranquil, harbored a melody—a sweet, haunting tune played by a mystical flute.
As the deity journeyed deeper into Hel's dominion, the mesmerizing melody began to sway his senses. The flute's dulcet tones lulled him into a state of profound peace, blurring the lines between the realms of the living and the dead. The deity, entranced by the haunting music, gradually succumbed to a slumber from which he would never awaken.
The tale served as a stern warning—a reminder that the living who dared to venture into Hel's realm risked being ensnared by the enchanting melody, slipping into a deep sleep that led to their untimely demise. Hel, who had been wounded on her face, used those livings as husbands. It is said that the one who succumbs to sleep but does not die would fall in love with her and save her from her own realm. So, my son, you should never venture there. Do you understand? And if it ever happens, then please resist the seductive allure of the flute's song, for the tranquility it promises conceals a perilous fate."
When Lan Wangji emerged from his prolonged meditation, the passage of time within Hel's enigmatic realm remained elusive. Hel herself was absent from view, leaving only Wei Ying propped against a desolate wall, his posture stiff, and his features seemingly frozen in a semblance of life. Wangji, uncertain of the duration of his meditation, shifted his attention to the figure before him.With a meticulous eye, Wangji scrutinized every detail of Wei Ying's form. Initially, everything appeared as he remembered—each contour, each feature reminiscent of the vibrant soul etched in his memories. Yet, upon closer inspection, a subtle discrepancy caught Wangji's discerning gaze. The distinct mole beneath Wei Ying's lips, a cherished mark in Wangji's recollections, was conspicuously absent.An uneasy feeling settled over Wangji as he surveyed the surroundings once more, searching for any sign of Hel's presence. Satisfied that she remained concealed, he cautiously approached the motionless Wei Ying. Lifting his hand with a mix of trepidation and determination, Wangji let the back of his fingers trace a gentle path across Wei Ying's skin.The touch, as tender as ever, revealed a disconcerting truth—the color in Wei Ying's cheeks, a lifelike hue in Wangji's memories, seemed to wane beneath his gentle caress. At first, Lan Wangji thought that he was witnessing a revival, a return to vitality, as small traces of redness emerged under the fading grey. Yet, when he looked at the back of his own hand, the grey color seemed to transfer onto his fingers, as though someone had painted Wei Ying.Wangji, bewildered by this surreal occurrence, reached back to the table to grab some towels and attempted to wipe away the unnatural color from Wei Ying's face. With each pass of the towel, the grey gave way to a more red, burned hue. A sense of urgency gripped Wangji, compelling him to continue his attempts. The towels accumulated in his hands as he fervently tried to reveal the true visage hidden beneath the lifeless exterior.Kneeling in front of the enigmatic figure, Wangji found himself in the unsettling reality that unfolded before him. It wasn't Wei Ying. The familiar features, the essence he longed for, were absent. Before him lay a lifeless body, an imposter cloaked in the guise of the one he sought. The true whereabouts of Wei Ying remained shrouded in mystery, and Wangji confronted the chilling realization that the path ahead held more unanswered questions."Oh, I see you have found out the truth!" Hel's voice echoed, devoid of anger or displeasure as she gracefully took her seat at the table.Wangji joined her, his voice firm, "Where is Wei Ying?" he asked, a mix of determination and urgency in his tone.Hel smiled, pouring herself some tea. "Oh, poor boy, he is completely lost, lost to the world and the gods." Her words carried a hint of cryptic amusement, leaving Wangji anxious for more information."Speak," Wangji demanded with a firm tone."Dear god of the Moon, have some decency. That is not how you talk to a lady," Hel replied with an air of grace, sipping her tea nonchalantly."I do know where your precious is, but to find it out, you'll have to wait for me to wish to tell you," she continued."He is here, right? Where is he? What have you done to him?" Wangji asked again, his hands on his sword as he stood up."You should think twice before attacking me in my palace, Hanguangjun. Besides, you won't be able to leave this place unless I let you go. So, you better be patient and search on your own," Hel warned with a sly smile, sipping her tea as if relishing the unfolding drama.Wangji, torn between the impulse to draw his sword and the realization that he was within the confines of Hel's dominion, reluctantly seated himself. His eyes bore into Hel's, a mix of frustration and urgency."Tell me where he is, and I will spare this realm from the wrath that may follow," Wangji asserted, his voice carrying the weight of divine authority.Hel chuckled, a sound that echoed through the desolate halls of her palace. "Ah, the God of the Moon, so confident in his threats. But, my dear, you are a guest in my realm, and you shall abide by my rules. Your beloved is indeed here, but whether you reunite with him or not depends on your compliance."Wangji's fists tightened, a tempest of emotions swirling within him. The acknowledgment that Wei Ying was nearby yet elusive, combined with the cryptic conditions set by Hel, left him wrestling with a feeling of helplessness."He cannot be the companion you await. Release him," Wangji uttered calmly, a conscious effort to maintain composure in the face of the realm's subtle snares. "Years have passed, and he has not found love within these confines.""And how do you possess such certainty?" Hel inquired, her voice echoing.Wangji's gaze remained resolute, undaunted by Hel's questioning. "Love is not a force to be coerced. It blossoms as a natural connection between two hearts. I know Wei Ying, and his heart remains unwavering. Love cannot be claimed through captivity. If your care for him is true, set him free to pursue the path his heart desires."Hel's countenance shifted, a semblance of a smile playing on her lips. "Love, dear god, is a complex emotion, often elusive to mortals. In my realm, I have offered him solace and purpose. Though he may not love me now, time has the power to alter hearts."Wangji's tone remained unwavering. "True love endures the trials of time and tribulations. If Wei Ying hasn't found that love in your realm over these years, it's beyond your ability to fabricate. Release him, Hel. Let him chart his own course, even if it leads away from this realm."Hel observed Wangji, her expression inscrutable, before bursting into a wicked laugh. "Oh, dear. Rest assured, I have no intention of making him my husband. If I had to choose, I would select you for that role, God of the Moon."Wangji's eyes narrowed at Hel's words, a mixture of confusion and suspicion clouding his features. "What do you mean? If you're not seeking him as a husband, then why keep him here? What game are you playing?"Hel's laughter echoed through the chamber, an otherworldly cadence that sent shivers down Wangji's spine. "God of the Moon, you underestimate the power of choice. I may not seek Wei Ying as a husband, but his companionship, his essence, has become integral to the fabric of my realm. As for you, dear god, your presence intrigues me. The dance of the moonlight holds a fascination, and I am drawn to the enigma that is Lan Wangji."Wangji's brows furrowed, a deepening sense of unease settling over him. "I have no intention of becoming a part of your realm. Release Wei Ying, and I will leave peacefully."Hel's smile widened, a chilling aura enveloping her as she leaned forward. "Ah, the simplicity of gods and their convictions. I offer you a choice, Lan Wangji. Stay willingly and become a part of my realm, or leave and continue your futile search for a love that may forever elude you. The threads of fate are in constant motion, and sometimes, they weave unexpected destinies."Wangji, his determination unbroken, rose from his seat. "I choose neither, Hel. I will free Wei Ying and leave this realm, and no threads of fate will bind me to your designs.""Well well, then try and find him, dear. You would be surprised. After all, I have all the time for this. You, on the other hand, are losing powers by fighting the flute and the enchantments. If Wei Ying is here, then you may find him, but who knows if I myself am not playing a game."Wangji's eyes blazed with determination, undeterred by Hel's veiled threats. "Your games will not sway me. I will break through your enchantments, find Wei Ying, and we will leave this realm together."Hel leaned back, a calculating glint in her eyes. "Bold words, God of the Moon. Let us see if you can defy the inexorable pull of my realm. You may have the power of the moonlight, but here, the shadows hold their own dominion.""I will find him," Wangji stated, a steely determination in his gaze. "But know this, Hel, I will not rest until I find him, even if it means challenging the very fabric of your realm. And if I have to destroy it, I will."Hel's smile widened, revealing a hint of amusement. "Very well, God of the Moon. You may try, but remember, time is both your ally and your enemy in this realm."Hel then vanished once more, leaving Wangji alone in the room. His first instinct was to carefully listen for any sound or melody, and hearing nothing calmed him. He then slowly walked around the room, trying to locate the entrance or exit, but there was no door. No matter where Wangji touched and tried to push or pull, he soon realized that he was stuck here. He would remain trapped until Hel grew tired of him. This meant he couldn't contact his brother, seek help, or assist anyone until Hel decided to open the doors for him. He would have to attempt the challenging task of befriending her, a feat he had never accomplished on his own. The only person outside his family he had been close to was the one who befriended him.
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Lost in the labyrinth of time, Wangji struggled to discern its flow. Has it been days? Weeks? Months? Or perhaps years that he has been trapped in this chamber? The concept of time became elusive in this ethereal realm. Each passing day presented its own challenges as he endeavored to block out the enchanting flute melody. With each sunrise and sunset, the melody seemed to grow longer, stronger, and more difficult to ignore. Time passed marked only by the haunting echoes that resonated through the chamber. Here, the passage of time held a paradoxical quality, seeming both an eternity and an ephemeral moment. To add on the atmosphere, Hel's unpredictable entrances only added to the turmoil, making him oscillate between anxiety, anger, and weariness. Once again, just like the past days? he couldn't tell but enough time had passed for Wangji to feel lik this was now his routine. Hel torumented him once again sometime ago and now that she is gone he could hear the flute's melody once more so as he sat himself down for meditation he also delved deeper into the recesses of his own thoughts, he pondered the myriad possibilities that could explain Wei Ying's hypothetical presence in Hel's dominion. Was it a desperate choice, seeking solace in the quietude of the realm of death? Or did fate weave a more intricate web, entwining their destinies in ways he had yet to comprehend?In the silent depths of Hel's realm, Wangji berated his own stubbornness. The consequences of his impulsive decision to enter this ethereal domain without due consideration loomed over him. Fueled by the unwavering certainty of finding Wei Ying, he had thrown caution to the wind. Now, he grappled with the repercussions of his recklessness. Hel, was after all a master of manipulation, she reveled in the intricate game she played with Wangji. Every twist and turn, every unpredictable entrance into his reality, served as a testament to her delight in toying with his emotions. In the quiet recesses of Hel's realm, Wangji confronted the harsh reality that struck him with relentless force – Wei Ying was not present in this ethereal domain. Hel, the orchestrator of this intricate dance, reveled in exploiting Wangji's vulnerability for her own amusement. The ultimate goal, now painfully clear, was to make Wangji succumb to the enchanting melody of the flute, rendering him powerless and compliant. The sinister design hinted at an ominous union that lingered in his thoughts, sending shivers down his spine. Regret gnawed at him, and Wangji couldn't help but feel the weight of his impulsive decisions. How could he have been so foolish? The desire to punish himself clawed at him, wishing for a form of atonement to match the gravity of his mistakes.Hel, an ever-watchful and amused observer, witnessed the tenacity of the God of the Moon and all the inner turmoil that accompanied his struggles. As the mental battle raged on, Hel's amusement gradually transformed into a subtle admiration for Wangji's unwavering determination. The God of the Moon had become an unexpected enigma in her carefully crafted realm, a force that defied the whims of her design. For months, he remained captive, yet his resolve only strengthened, becoming a testament to the indomitable spirit that characterized the God of the Moon.During a particularly intense session of meditation, Wangji's mind seemed to break through a barrier. A surge of clarity washed over him, revealing a profound realization. Wei Ying, absent in this realm, might have ventured elsewhere. The possibility of a more intricate fate, a complex tapestry woven by the threads of destiny, compelled Wangji to explore new avenues of understanding.With renewed purpose, Wangji began to explore the depths of Hel's realm beyond the confines of meditation. The chamber, while initially perceived as a prison, now became a labyrinth of potential clues. He delved into the echoes, listening for any whispers that might unveil the mysteries surrounding Wei Ying's presence and Hel's intentions.As he navigated the silent corridors of Hel's realm, Wangji's acute senses became attuned to the subtle energies around him. The enchanting flute melody, once a relentless adversary, now served as a guide, leading him through the twists and turns of this otherworldly domain. Each note carried a hidden message, a cryptic path that Wangji followed with meticulous determination.Hel, observing this unexpected turn of events, found her amusement evolving into a subtle fascination. The God of the Moon, whom she initially viewed as a pawn in her elaborate game, now emerged as an unpredictable player, challenging the very foundations of her realm. The dynamics shifted, and a delicate dance unfolded between captor and captive, each seeking to unravel the other's mysteries.In the shadows of Hel's ethereal dominion, a rare sensation of freedom enveloped Wangji. Amidst the enigmatic confines, he observed and listened in a silence that seemed to echo with possibilities. His hand, moving with deliberate grace, glided into his pouch, seeking the familiar touch of his own magic—the subtle grains of "the sand" that he often employed to weave enchantments on others. In this moment of introspection, a notion struck him, unveiling a potential escape from the clutches of Hel's designs. Why not traverse the realms through the ethereal landscape of dreams? While physical departure remained barred, a journey with his spirit in the dream realms presented itself as an uncharted path—one that held promise but also bore the risks of Hel's vigilant guardians.The realization ignited a glimmer of hope within Wangji, a beacon shining through the intricate labyrinth of Hel's realm. The prospect of navigating the dream realms with his spirit became a lifeline to potential liberation. Focusing his mind, he retrieved the sands from his pouch, relishing the familiar texture that tethered him to his magic. While he typically didn't require such aids for inter-realm travel, the confines of Hel's dominion seemed to have affected his abilities. To safeguard against unforeseen entrapments, he opted for the sands—a conduit imbued with the essence of his godly power.In a state of deep meditation, Wangji harnessed the energy of the sands, weaving it into a dream-like projection of himself. As this ethereal form, he transcended the physical confines of Hel's realm, turning the once-constraining shadows into pathways for exploration within the vast dream realms.Guided by haunting echoes and the distant strains of the flute melody, Wangji's spirit journeyed through surreal landscapes, each bend revealing a new facet of this enigmatic dimension. The ethereal journey, though intangible, felt tangibly real in its own mysterious way. Venturing deeper, the dream realms unfolded boundless possibilities, offering Wangji a unique perspective. Echoes of souls with their distinct stories surrounded him, and he sensed the ethereal energies that saturated this dimension. It was a delicate dance between the conscious and the subconscious, where reality intertwined seamlessly with the tapestry of dreams.Amidst the sanctuary of the dream realms, Wangji found solace. The oppressive weight of Hel's dominion, marked by its enchanting flute and relentless attempts at manipulation, receded into the background. In this ethereal haven, the haunting echoes gave way to the soothing whispers of dreams, and the persistent threat of induced sleep dissolved. Observing the joyful commotion of little souls engaged in playful activities, elders taking serene strolls, and the younger generation exploring, Wangji took a moment to appreciate the respite offered by the dream realms. It was a glimpse into the beauty that his brother, with the power of dreams, bestowed upon the world, alleviating the sleepless nights that would have otherwise plagued humanity due to Wangji's own mistakes.At the pinnacle of the dream realms, Wangji found himself in a moment of introspection. Freed from the immediate concerns that plagued him in the physical realm, the ethereal landscapes around him served as a backdrop to his contemplation. Delving deep into the intricacies of his situation, he pondered the motives behind Hel's elaborate game and the true whereabouts of Wei Ying.As he navigated through the dream realms, Wangji's thoughts resembled a labyrinth of possibilities, yet none presented a tangible solution. He traversed the endless paths of his realm, his feet moving along familiar trails as his mind remained focused on unraveling the complexities of his captivity. Lost in his contemplation, he journeyed without a clear destination, until he found himself standing atop a hill.The hill's apex offered Wangji a moment of respite, his gaze fixed upon the panoramic view of the dream realms unfurling beneath him. The landscape resembled an ever-changing tapestry, where each dream wove a thread into the fabric of this ethereal domain. In the stillness, the air carried the gentle whispers of slumbering souls, fostering an atmosphere of serenity.For a fleeting moment, Wangji's burdened mind found solace in the beauty of the dream realms. Vivid colors painted the dreamscape, and echoes of laughter and joy reverberated through the air. However, this surreal tranquility couldn't fully overshadow the grim reality of his captivity, a constant reminder of the challenges that lay ahead.From his vantage point, Wangji beheld not only the dreams and aspirations of slumbering humans but also the familiar sight of his home. The hill offered a panoramic view of the Jingshi and the Cloud Recesses, encompassing the people he held dear – his uncle, his brother, and his son. When he had forged this realm, Wangji had woven a thread of connection to Sizhui, a testament to his desire to keep a watchful eye on his son, even in the midst of his divine responsibilities.Standing on the hill, Wangji hesitated to lift his head just enough to glimpse his son. The fear of facing the consequences of his impulsive entrance into Hel's realm lingered, intensifying the guilt that weighed heavily on his heart. He questioned his own priorities, regretting the stubbornness that led him into this perilous situation without considering the impact on those he loved.Wangji found himself caught in a poignant moment, caught between the longing to immerse himself in the comforting scenes of his home and the trepidation that such a view might only heighten the storm within. Before him, the Jingshi and the Cloud Recesses, as well as the beloved faces of his kin, unfolded in a panoramic spectacle—a vivid tableau of the world he had temporarily departed.In this delicate balance, Wangji's internal conflict mirrored the larger dichotomy of his existence. The ethereal beauty of the dream realms collided with the stark reality of his captivity within Hel's dominion. Ultimately, the magnetic pull of his home proved irresistible. Gradually, he allowed his gaze to ascend, revealing the serene image of the Cloud Recesses cradled in the arms of nature. As Wangji beheld the tableau of his home, an overwhelming surge of emotions cascaded through his being like a torrential downpour, threatening to drown the resilient walls he had built around his heart. Longing, like an unyielding ache, gripped him with its merciless claws, clawing at the carefully guarded corners of his soul. Regret, heavy and oppressive, settled in the pit of his stomach, a bitter reminder of choices made and consequences faced. Yet, amidst this tempest of emotions, a feeble flicker of warmth kindled—a desperate yearning for the unchanging scenes before him. His uncle, dedicated and steadfast; his brother, a bastion of responsibility; and his son, Sizhui, dedicated to honing his skills. Their everyday actions, the mundane routines that remained eternally unchanged, became a poignant symphony that resonated with the melancholy notes of his heart. The familiarity of their lives, untouched by the passage of time, became a poignant reminder of what he had left behind and, perhaps, what could never be reclaimed.In that moment of poignant observation, Wangji felt a newfound determination coursing through his veins like a rekindled flame. The sight of his home, a poignant reminder of his unfulfilled responsibilities, served as a catalyst for his unwavering resolve. The panoramic view encapsulated not just the dreams of others but also the echoes of his own past, each element converging to paint a vivid portrait of the life he yearned to reclaim. The connection to his home, once a source of bittersweet nostalgia, now transformed into a driving force propelling him forward. As he stood amidst the dreamscape, the threads of fate intertwined with his own, Wangji pledged to shatter the confines of Hel's realm and retrace the steps that led him away from the life he so fervently longed to embrace once more. Descending from the crest of the hill, Wangji felt a tinge of regret lingering in the recesses of his heart. Yet, as he traversed the dream realms, the weight of his decisions bore down on him, and he grappled with the complexities of his emotions. However, amidst the introspection, a resolute acceptance surfaced. Even if he had deliberated for days, weighed the risks, and contemplated the perils of venturing into the realm of death, the outcome would have remained unchanged. There was no room for self-pity in his stoic heart.The thought of Wei Ying, his soulmate, eclipsed any regrets that may have surfaced. Wangji, driven by an unwavering commitment, acknowledged that he would willingly sacrifice his own existence if it meant securing Wei Ying's return to Sizhui. The profound bond between them, forged over years of shared trials, rendered any personal sacrifices inconsequential in comparison to the prospect of reuniting the fragmented threads of their lives.In the silent corridors of time, Wangji lived in the shadow of a reality he refused to accept. The rumors of Wei Ying's demise lingered like an uninvited ghost, haunting his thoughts and echoing through the hollow chambers of his heart. Though Wangji steadfastly rejected the notion of Wei Ying's death, the mourning persisted nonetheless.Instead of incense, he found solace in the melancholic melodies of his guqin, a nightly ritual woven with the threads of grief and remembrance. The world around him moved forward, embracing the rhythm of life, but Wangji remained suspended in a time that refused to relent. While others rebuilt their lives, he merely survived, each day a relentless repetition guided by muscle memory.His existence, a facade of normalcy, masked the turmoil within. Wangji's mind became an unwavering sanctuary for Wei Ying. Every smile, every audacious dream of freedom, every manifestation of love and passion played like a vivid tableau in the theater of his thoughts. Wei Ying's eyes, a constellation of untold stories, sparkled in his memory, and his smile, a beacon of warmth, illuminated the shadows of Wangji's solitary existence. In Wei Ying, Wangji found a lifeline, a force that resurrected the dormant echoes of vitality after years of solitude.In the void left by Wei Ying's absence, Wangji grappled with the weight of an unfulfilled promise, the echoes of their love now haunting him like a persistent shadow. The vow to protect, uttered with sincerity, had become a bitter reminder of his own powerlessness in the face of Odin's machinations.The truth, a elusive specter, danced just out of reach. Wangji's heart burned with the desire for revenge, a relentless fire fueled by the injustice inflicted upon him and the mysterious disappearance of his beloved. The very fabric of his being yearned to entrap Odin, to extract the truth from the enigmatic deity who held the answers to Wei Ying's fate.Yet, reality stood as an impassable barrier. Wangji found himself trapped in a web of uncertainty, lacking the tangible proof needed to expose Odin's involvement. The pursuit of revenge, though fervent, was handicapped by the absence of evidence, leaving Wangji entangled in a complex struggle against an adversary who remained elusive and cunning. The flames of vengeance simmered within him, a tempest of emotions restrained by the shackles of an inconvenient truth.Descending from the hill, he navigated the ethereal landscape towards a grand fountain nestled in the heart of a sprawling street. This locale held a unique significance, a sanctuary where contemplation took precedence, and Wangji sought solace in its familiar embrace. The cool waters of the fountain whispered tales of past meditations, the ripples a testament to the countless thoughts that had danced on its surface.In the encompassing stillness, Wangji found himself ensnared in the repetitious cadence of his own musings. The endless loop of thoughts, like a haunting melody, echoed through the corridors of his mind, leading him to a profound sense of stagnation. It was as though he traversed the same mental landscape repeatedly, a ceaseless cycle of introspection without tangible progress. The weight of his contemplation bore down on him, a burden carried through months of searching, and yet, the answers remained elusive.As he approached the fountain, the resonance of cascading water blended with the rhythmic beating of his heart. Wangji, recognizing the need for a shift, contemplated sinking deeper into the sanctuary of meditation. Perhaps, within the realms of stillness, new clues and revelations awaited, dormant until the veil of repetitive thoughts lifted, allowing fresh insights to bloom.Yet, as he approached the fountain, a tall, slim, enigmatic figure was already poised at its edge. A silhouette amidst the spectral ambiance, this figure held a distinct allure that cut through the ephemeral surroundings. Among the myriad of possible forms, Wangji's keen perception effortlessly discerned the one he had yearned for—the very reason he had traversed into the intricate depths of Hel's dominion. His heart, an erratic symphony of anticipation, momentarily halted its cadence, echoing the stillness that enveloped the ethereal space.A pause ensued, a fleeting moment where time seemed to stretch, and Wangji allowed himself to drink in the sight before him. The figure stood with an air of mystery, framed by the dancing shadows cast by the ambient light. In that instance, the longing that had fueled his journey manifested into a tangible presence. The silhouette, a canvas upon which memories and desires converged, beckoned Wangji into a realm where the boundaries between yearning and reality blurred into an intricate dance of emotions.He took a moment to savor the sight, his eyes tracing the contours of the figure before him—the familiar slope of the shoulders, the elegant line of the spine. A cascade of black hair fell with a graceful sweep, each strand echoing the memory etched in Wangji's heart. The resonance of those features, the silhouette that had haunted his dreams and fueled his relentless pursuit, now stood palpably before him.Wei Ying.The world seemed to hush into silence as Wangji's breath caught in his throat. The elation of finally finding him mingled with the trepidation of the unknown. Was this truly Wei Ying, or a mirage conjured by the intricate enchantments of the dream realm? Could his own kingdom be playing tricks on him? The heart, a fragile vessel caught between hope and fear, yearned for confirmation.In the quiet ambiance surrounding the fountain, Wangji hesitated, caught in the delicate dance of anticipation. The figure remained oblivious, its form a specter of both familiarity and mystery.Wangji took a step forward as the figure turned toward him, revealing a countenance that Wangji had memorized in the depths of his soul. The eyes, once filled with mischief and warmth, now held a glint of someone being lost. Wei Ying's lips quivered, his eyes reflecting fear, and his face contorted in panic."Who... who are you?" Wei Ying uttered, the resonance of his voice intertwining with the gentle melody of the fountain.The relief that surged through Wangji was only momentary as a torrent of emotions swept it away, replaced by confusion. The quest that led him through the enigmatic realms of Hel, the battles against the haunting flute melody—all converged to this moment. Wei Ying, his beloved, stood before him, yet it seemed he had no memory of Wangji. ¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝓔𝓝𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 14¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸
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In the sacred enclave of the moonlit courtyard, Wangji grappled with the profound revelations unfurling before him. The figure he had traversed ethereal realms to reunite with, the very essence of his longing and dedication—stood in the soft glow of the moon, a silhouette untouched by the memories they had woven together.The courtyard, once a repository of shared dreams and whispered confessions, now echoed with the weight of poignant silence. Wangji, his heart ensnared in the tendrils of emotions, yearned to rekindle the flame of recognition within Wei Ying's eyes.Amidst the shimmering city lights casting ethereal patterns on the ground, Wangji dared to take a tentative step closer. The subtle hum of the fountain, like an ancient hymn, underscored the gravity of unspoken sentiments, interweaving with the soft exhale of the nocturnal breeze."Wei Ying," Wangji began, his voice a melodic cadence resonating in the tranquil night. "I am Wangji, and I have traversed through realms, faced trials untold, all to stand before you."In the moon's silver embrace, Wei Ying's gaze, still veiled in uncertainty, searched Wangji's countenance as if seeking the elusive threads of a once-forgotten tapestry.In the moonlit courtyard, Wei Ying's desperate inquiry cut through the air like a blade, slicing through the once-shared tapestry of memories. Panic etched deep lines on his face as he retreated from Wangji, the person who claimed to know him. A profound sense of disorientation gripped Wei Ying, casting shadows over the moonlit haven they had once co-created."Wei Yin, it's me...""That's not my name!!" Wei Ying's anguished interruption reverberated, a discordant melody in their once harmonious connection. Suspicion clung to his every word, an unspoken accusation that twisted Wangji's heart."That's not my name " he whispered "You... You're... you're trapping me here, aren't you?" Wei Ying's accusation hung in the air, heavy with the weight of fear and uncertainty. The moon, a silent witness to their shared history, bathed them in its cool luminescence, casting a bittersweet glow on the fractured reunion.Wangji, grappling with the realization that the Wei Ying before him was a mere semblance of the soul he once knew, pleaded with eyes clouded by sorrow. "Wei Ying, please, try to remember. This place, us, the love we shared."Yet, in the depth of Wei Ying's gaze, only fragments of confusion and trepidation reflected back. The desperation in Wei Ying's voice echoed the haunting melody of the flute that once threatened to ensnare them both. Wangji, a lone figure standing in the ethereal glow, faced the painful reality that the love he sought to rekindle was slipping through the cracks of Wei Ying's forgotten memories."I don't know you, and I don't know this place!" Wei Ying's words, a poignant plea for clarity, hung in the air.Sensing the weight of Wei Ying's resistance, Wangji took a step back, a heavy silence settling between them. His gaze, a mix of sorrow and determination. The world around them seemed to hold its breath, caught in the poignant dance of fractured memories."Wei Ying," Wangji's voice, a soft murmur against the night, sought to bridge the widening gap. Yet, Wei Ying's panicked screams shattered the fragile atmosphere."I said that's not my name!" Wei Ying's frantic rejection reverberated, a testament to the profound mistrust that now lingered in the air."What is your name, then?" Wangji's calm inquiry cut through the tension, a plea for connection in the face of looming estrangement."Why should I give it to you?" Wei Ying's retort held a raw defiance, a shield against a past that remained elusive, leaving Wangji to navigate the labyrinth of Wei Ying's forgotten self.Wangji, his voice a gentle murmur, opened a door to a past that seemed to elude Wei Ying's grasp. The night air carried a poignant weight as Wangji, standing in the ethereal glow, sought to unravel the mysteries shrouding their shared history."I'll start with myself then. I am the Sandman," Wangji's words hung in the air, a delicate thread linking their present to a forgotten past. "This is my realm, and you have entered it multiple times before. Now, it seems you have forgotten, and I am merely trying to help you, help you remember it... please?"Wei Ying, still wary and untrusting, regarded Wangji with searching eyes. The name 'Sandman' echoed in the recesses of his mind, a distant melody that sparked recognition yet remained elusive. He took a cautious step back, the moonlight casting shadows on his uncertain expression."The Sandman?" Wei Ying repeated, the words resonating like a fading echo. "Why do you feel so familiar, yet everything here seems like a dream? Am I dreaming? Is this all just a figment of my imagination?"Wangji, aware of the fragile nature of their exchange, spoke with a sincerity that bridged the gap between them. "This is a dream, Wei Ying, your dream. But it is also more than just a dream; it's a realm, my realm. We created some parts of it together—a place where souls find solace, and dreams come to life. You named the fountain 'Whispers of the Heart,' and you used to find comfort in its melodies. Don't you remember?"Wei Ying's gaze flickered, uncertainty clouding the pools of his eyes. "Whispers of the Heart... I don't... I don't remember." The admission hung in the night air, a poignant acknowledgment of the fragments of his past slipping through the grasp of his memories.Wangji sighed, a profound heaviness settling in his chest like an anchor in the sea of uncertainty. He couldn't compel Wei Ying to remember, but his unwavering determination refused to waver."Wei Ying, I promise I mean you no harm," Wangji affirmed, his voice a steady reassurance. "If the name Sandman unsettles you, then call me Wangji. Call me whatever makes you feel safe. But we must find a way to pierce through the fog that's clouding your memories."In the courtyard, the once-surreal atmosphere now mirrored an intricate puzzle with vital pieces missing. Wangji, a beacon of sincerity standing before Wei Ying, emitted an energy that gently tugged at the edges of Wei Ying's consciousness."Wangji?" Wei Ying tested the name, its syllables unfamiliar on his tongue. "Why does it feel like I should know you, like we've shared something important?"A flicker of hope danced in Wangji's eyes as he nodded. "We have, Wei Ying. You're not alone here. This realm is a reflection of our connection, a sanctuary we built together. The melody of the flute, the moonlit courtyard, the Whispers of the Heart fountain—they all carry the essence of our shared experiences."Wei Ying's brows furrowed, "But I don't remember... I don't remember any of this. If we created it together, why is it all so hazy?" The question hung in the air, echoing the profound mystery of their entwined past."I don't know.... I have been searching for you for years... you disappeared, and now you are here, right in front of me, but you don't remember," Wangji paused, his words lingering in the air like an unanswered plea, and instead asked, "...Are you happy where you are?"Wei Ying's gaze flickered, a tumult of emotions swirling in his eyes. The question hung in the air, while he holds his breath, awaiting Wei Ying's response."I don't know," Wei Ying admitted, a touch of vulnerability in his voice."You do not trust me," Wangji said, his words tinged with a somber acceptance, and before Wei Ying could speak, he added, "that is fine. I will prove my words for you. I'll send you back to where you are currently sleeping. Once there, please research the Sandman or the God of the Moon if you can." The night held a silent agreement between them, a pact to seek understanding amid the shadows of uncertainty.The air shifted, a subtle tension lingering between them. Wei Ying nodded hesitantly, acknowledging the proposed truce. Wangji, with silent determination, initiated the process to guide Wei Ying back to his physical slumber. He flicked his fingers, and a multitude of delicate butterflies emerged, fluttering through the air and gracefully encircling Wei Ying. Wangji allowed himself one last, longing gaze towards the man he loved so dearly before the butterflies enveloped him, carrying him away in their ethereal dance.The moon stood in silent witness as Wangji's words echoed through the night. The lingering melody of the fountain seemed to offer a bittersweet farewell as the butterflies gently whisked Wei Ying away from the ethereal realm.Left alone in the silence, Wangji couldn't shake the heavy ache in his heart. The dream realm, once filled with the potential of shared dreams, now felt emptier than ever. He gazed at the space where Wei Ying had stood, the memory of his beloved etched in the soft glow of the moon."I will find you, Wei Ying, no matter where you are," Wangji whispered to the empty space, as if the very essence of his words could transcend realms.Seating himself on the cool floor beside the Whispers of the Heart fountain, Wangji drew in a deep breath, closing his eyes against the moonlit backdrop of the courtyard Today was not a day for meditation; it was a day to embrace the emotions he had long denied himself. With a heart heavy with both mourning and relief, he allowed the dam within him to burst, releasing a cascade of feelings he had repressed over the years.Minutes passed like fleeting moments, his mind navigating the labyrinth of emotions. A solitary tear, a testament to the profound weight of his journey, escaped his closed eyes. Its silent descent traced a delicate path along his left cheek, meandering down his neck, and finally succumbing to the fabric of his robes. The irony lingered in the air—the difficulty of the moment magnified by the naturalness of his tears. In this release, Wangji found solace; the confirmation that Wei Ying was alive was both a balm and a poignant revelation.After allowing the flood of emotions to run its course, Wangji, in a composed state, leaned towards the Whispers of the Heart fountain. Cupping his hands, he allowed the cool water to cleanse the evidence of his silent tears. The ethereal waters seemed to carry a soothing energy, an elixir for a heart that had endured the tempests of longing.As the water trickled down his face, a renewed sense of clarity settled within Wangji. The lingering traces of vulnerability were not weaknesses but rather integral parts of a transformative journey, embraced in the gentle arms of the night.With a determined breath, Wangji redirected his focus inward once more. His eyes closed, ushering him into a state of profound concentration. The moonlit began to blur, the dream realms folding into themselves. This transition from the ethereal back to the tangible resembled a delicate dance of consciousness—a bridge traversed by the Sandman, returning to the realm of the living.In the tranquil embrace of the moon, the fountain's whispers gradually waned as Wangji completed his transition, leaving only the soft melodies of dreams to linger in the air.As Wangji reentered the death realm, Hel's presence awaited him, her enigmatic grin sending shivers down his spine. The once serene atmosphere now bore an eerie stillness, as if the very air held its breath in anticipation."Well, well, well," Hel mused, her voice a chilling whisper. "Look who's back from his little emotional escapade. Did you enjoy your trip down memory lane, Sandman?"Wangji remained silent, his gaze locked with Hel's. The mischievous glint in her eyes betrayed a deeper understanding—an awareness of the emotional tumult he had experienced in the dream realms."Discovering your lost lover, were you?" Hel taunted, leaning forward in her chair. "How touching. But you do realize, don't you, that love is a double-edged sword? It can be your greatest strength or your most profound weakness."Wangji's jaw clenched, a silent acknowledgment of the truth in Hel's words. He had ventured into the realms of memory and emotion, and now he faced the consequences of baring his vulnerabilities."You see," Hel continued, circling him like a predator closing in on its prey, "emotions are such fragile things. They make you weak, cloud your judgment. Love, especially, blinds you to the harsh realities of existence."Wangji remained stoic, his gaze unwavering. The encounter with Wei Ying had not weakened his resolve; if anything, it had ignited a fiercer determination within him.Hel leaned in, her face inches from his. "Tell me, Sandman, do you still think you can escape my dominion unscathed? Or perhaps you'd like another taste of the flute's melody to remind you of your vulnerability."Wangji's response was measured and calm. "I will find a way to break free, Hel. No matter what tricks you play, love is a force that transcends even the realms of death."The mischievous grin on Hel's face faltered for a moment but returned promptly."You seem to have quite the eventful journey, Sandman," Hel remarked, her eyes glinting with intrigue.Wangji decided not to entertain her. "What exactly do you want from me?""To love me?" she said playfully."That is not going to happen," he answered.Hel chuckled, a haunting sound that reverberated through the death realm. "Love, rejection, it's all part of the grand tapestry of existence, isn't it? But, my dear Sandman, I don't desire your love. I desire your submission. Your power, your essence—weave them into the fabric of my dominion. Become one with the eternal dance of death."Wangji's gaze remained steadfast, his determination unyielding. "I will not submit to you, Hel. My purpose goes beyond your twisted desires. I am the guardian of dreams, the keeper of the moonlit realms. I won't let your darkness extinguish the light that resides within."Hel's playful demeanor shifted, her eyes narrowing with a hint of frustration. "You are a mere god, Sandman. In my realm, gods crumble, and mortals submit. Your defiance will be your undoing."With a wave of her hand, the haunting flute melody echoed once again, filling the death realm with its enchanting notes. Wangji, drawing upon the discipline of his godly essence, fortified his mental defenses. However, Wangji was already weakened by the time he had spent in her dominion, and the energy expended to traverse the dream realm had taken its toll on his golden core. It buzzed frenetically, a sign that the barrier he had erected was on the brink of collapse.Hel observed Wangji's struggle with a triumphant gleam in her eyes. The melody intensified, weaving its insidious threads through the fabric of his consciousness. The barrier quivered, and the golden core's frenetic buzzing escalated into an ominous hum. Beads of sweat formed on Wangji's forehead as he fought to maintain control, aware that the impending breach would leave him at the flute's merciless mercy."You see, Sandman," Hel purred, her voice a whisper that danced with the haunting notes, "even gods can succumb to the inexorable pull of fate. Your resistance is futile, your essence entwined with the very melody that seeks to unravel you."Wangji gritted his teeth, his focus unwavering. He delved into the depths of his godly discipline, summoning every ounce of strength to reinforce the mental barrier. The relentless assault of the flute's melody clawed at his senses, threatening to breach the defenses he desperately maintained.In the midst of the ethereal battlefield, Wangji's mind became a battleground between the luminous resolve emanating from his love for Wei Ying and the encroaching shadows that sought to erode his will. The golden core, a pulsating core of divine energy, flickered as the strain on it intensified.As the struggle reached its zenith, Wangji clung to the memory of Wei Ying's smile, the warmth of their shared moments. Love became his anchor, a force that propelled him to defy the impending darkness. Yet, the barrier trembled, teetering on the precipice of collapse. The flute's melody, like a siren's song, sought to lure him into the abyss.Hel's laughter reverberated through the death realm, a sinister symphony blending with the haunting flute melody. The ethereal landscape seemed to shudder in response to her amusement. Wangji, though besieged by the relentless assault, refused to yield. His jaw clenched with determination as he maintained his mental defenses, a lone sentinel against the encroaching shadows."Your persistence is admirable, Sandman," Hel taunted, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light. "But in this realm, I am the orchestrator of destiny. Your feeble attempts to defy the inevitable only make this dance more exhilarating."Wangji's golden core emitted a radiant glow, the struggle between his unwavering will and the enchanting flute melody persisted, creating a tumultuous ebb and flow within the confines of Hel's dominion.Hel, reveling in the unfolding drama, leaned forward with an air of anticipation. "What is it that drives you, God of the Moon? Is it love? Duty? Perhaps a futile quest for redemption? Whatever it is, know that it shall crumble like the celestial bodies that fade into the cosmic void."Wangji, his eyes ablaze with defiance, remained silent. The battle within his mind mirrored the celestial dance of stars, a cosmic conflict between the forces of light and shadow.As the struggle persisted, Wangji's thoughts, like fragments of moonlight, sought refuge in the memory of Wei Ying once more. In the face of overwhelming odds, he clung to the love that defined him, a love that transcended the boundaries of mortal and divine. The dance between the God of the Moon and the Mistress of Death unfolded, a cosmic ballet that held the fate of an immortal heart in its intricate choreography.Sweat rolled down Wangji's face, ears, and the back of his head, his heart beating faster, his core buzzing more uncontrollably. There were only two possible outcomes: either Wangji would allow his mental barriers to break, succumbing to the haunting melody but preserving his core and life, or he would fight until his core exploded, succumbing to the melody thereafter, potentially facing the dire consequences. He had no choice; he had to find Wei Ying, to help him. Thus, Wangji made the painful decision to release the barriers that protected his mind.With a resigned resolve, Wangji felt the barriers dissipate. The relentless assault of the haunting flute melody penetrated his mental defenses, and the celestial energy that had held the barrier in place dissipated. The golden core within him pulsed with an erratic rhythm, its luminous glow flickering as if caught in the throes of a celestial storm.As the barriers crumbled, the enchanting melody seeped into every corner of Wangji's consciousness. The ethereal notes wrapped around his thoughts, entwining with the fragments of memories and emotions that defined him. The struggle within his mind mirrored the cosmic turbulence of a dying star, its radiant brilliance waning as it surrendered to the cosmic forces that sought to extinguish its light.Hel, observing Wangji's surrender with a triumphant gleam in her eyes, intensified the haunting melody. In the midst of this cosmic surrender, Wangji's thoughts reached out to the memory of Wei Ying, a last anchor in the maelstrom of the flute's enchantment. The love that bound him to Wei Ying became a poignant melody of its own, a celestial requiem for a god's sacrifice in the name of an undying love.As the final echoes of Wangji's resistance faded, his eyes started to lose focus, his vision getting blurry, and his body began to feel numb. He slumped down to the floor, his body refusing to obey him as sleep slowly made its way towards his consciousness. Soon, he fell into a deep, restless sleep, succumbing to the enchantment of Hel's haunting melody.¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝓔𝓝𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 15¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸
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Yèlíng's abrupt awakening from the peculiar dream left him grappling with the surreal remnants of the otherworldly experience. The gentle touch of butterfly wings lingered on his skin, merging the boundary between the dream and the waking world. His heart raced, a rhythmic echo of the dream's lingering emotions reverberating through him. For a fleeting moment, the room appeared foreign, and a sense of disorientation cast a veil over his surroundings as he transitioned from the dream to reality.This marked the third occurrence of the same ethereal dream within the week, each iteration revealing a mysterious place with a captivating fountain and a significant silhouette. However, the details of the dream remained elusive upon waking, obscured by a lingering haze. The face of the enigmatic figure remained a blur, and the words exchanged in that dreamspace slipped away like whispers fading into the wind. The dream left an indelible mark on Yèlíng's consciousness, an echo persisting in the recesses of his mind.In the previous two instances, a disconcerting theme unfolded—a relentless pursuit that filled Yèlíng with an inexplicable fear. The figure, veiled in anger and madness, chased him through the dreamscapes. The identity of this enigmatic presence remained an enigma, yet the palpable intensity of wrath lingered. Each occurrence left Yèlíng with a lingering unease, a puzzle with missing pieces that defied easy interpretation.As Yèlíng sat on his bed, contemplating the lingering echoes of his nightmares, a relentless pounding on his door shattered the quiet of his thoughts. The familiar voice of Jiang Cheng accompanied the pounding, disrupting the tranquility of the morning."Yèlíng! Get your lazy self up, or I'm leaving for uni without you!" Jiang Cheng's characteristic loudness echoed through the door."I'm awake, you obnoxious idiot! Stop assaulting my door, I'm coming!" Yèlíng retorted, making his way to the door and opening it to reveal a slightly irritated Jiang Cheng."You're not even dressed?! Hurry up!" Jiang Cheng scolded."Alright, alright! No need to be so impatient. We've got a boring class this morning, anyway," Yèlíng replied nonchalantly."Boring for you! I love mythology class; we learn great stuff!" Jiang Cheng defended his enthusiasm."Hmm, great for you, maybe. I can't seem to memorize anything in that class," Yèlíng sighed."You've got such a crappy memory; no wonder Mom is always mad at you," Jiang Cheng remarked, rolling his eyes."Well, I'm not living with her anymore; she can't be mad at me now!" Yèlíng playfully stuck out his tongue.Grabbing his clothes, Yèlíng headed towards the small bathroom, catching Jiang Cheng muttering a "you're lucky" under his breath. After a quick change into jeans and a t-shirt, Yèlíng rejoined his brother in his modest apartment, consisting of a small living area, a bed, a compact kitchen, and a bathroom.They strolled along the path toward the university, the chatter between Yèlíng and Jiang Cheng filling the air. As they made their way, Xin Rong, a shy and endearing boy whom Yèlíng had assisted on his first day, joined them. The trio continued their journey, heading to Mrs. Jing Ai's mythology class together.Mrs. Jing stood out among the many teachers Yèlíng encountered. Unlike the others, she often smiled at his jokes, patiently encouraged him to remember the myriad names of goddesses in mythology, and never once faulted him for needing repeated explanations. She even went above and beyond, staying late with him to help him memorize his lessons. Yèlíng found himself fond of her, appreciating her kindness and dedication, even though he couldn't bring himself to enjoy her class.As usual, after class, Yèlíng lingered behind, joining Mrs. Jing in the empty classroom with his mythology textbook in hand. They delved into discussions about various gods and goddesses, dissecting their myths and symbols with fervor. Yet, amidst their conversation, Yèlíng found his thoughts drifting back to his peculiar dream once more.He couldn't shake the image of the mysterious figure from his mind. Despite his efforts, the details remained frustratingly elusive. The man's face remained a blur, shrouded in the haze of forgotten memories, but Yèlíng could vividly recall the sight of blue and white robes billowing around him. The image lingered in his mind, like a piece of puzzle waiting to be placed at its rightful place . Yèlíng's introspection was interrupted by Mrs. Jing's cheerful voice."What are you thinking about so concentrated?" she inquired, her smile warm and inviting.Yèlíng hesitated for a moment, considering whether to broach the topic of his strange dreams with her. Ultimately, he decided to confide in her, hoping she might offer some insight."I've been having this awfully weird dream every night," he admitted, his voice tinged with unease. "It's been lingering in my mind during the day, and when I fall asleep, it feels like the person in the dream is pursuing me or wanting to hurt me. It's been waking me up, and I can't shake the feeling of unease.""I see, do you want to talk about that dream of yours? "Mrs. Jing's gentle inquiry prompted Yèlíng to consider her offer. Despite his initial reluctance to delve into the details of his unsettling dreams, he found solace in the prospect of sharing his concerns with someone he trusted."Yeah, I think I do," he replied, his voice laden with uncertainty. "It's just... strange. I can't quite put my finger on it, but there's this figure in the dream, and every time I see him, it's like... like he's angry or chasing me. But I don't know who he is, or why he's after me."Yèlíng's words spilled forth, a torrent of emotions mingling with his attempt to articulate the nebulous details of his recurring nightmare. As he recounted the fragments of his dreams to Mrs. Jing, he felt a sense of relief wash over him, as if sharing his burden had lifted a weight from his shoulders.Mrs. Jing's suggestion caught Yèlíng off guard. The Sandman? The name stirred something within him, evoking a sense of familiarity tinged with uncertainty."The Sandman?" he echoed, his brows furrowing in contemplation. "But why would the Sandman be chasing me? And why does he seem so... angry?"Mrs. Jing leaned forward, her expression thoughtful. "The Sandman is often associated with dreams, but his intentions aren't always clear. In folklore, he's sometimes depicted as a benign figure who brings sleep to children, but in other stories, he's portrayed as more ominous, punishing those who resist sleep or meddling in the realm of dreams."Yèlíng absorbed her words, the pieces of his fragmented dreams beginning to coalesce into a clearer picture. The enigmatic figure that haunted his nights could indeed be the Sandman, a spectral presence whose motives remained shrouded in mystery."It's just a dream, right?" he asked, seeking reassurance in Mrs. Jing's calming presence."Perhaps," she replied with a gentle smile. "But sometimes, dreams offer glimpses into our subconscious, revealing truths we may not yet understand. Pay attention to your dreams, Yèlíng. They may try to tell you something about your life.""Thank you, Mrs. Jing," Yèlíng said gratefully. "I'll be more attentive next time, even if I can't remember much after waking up.""You're welcome, Yèlíng," Mrs. Jing said warmly, her eyes reflecting genuine concern. "Just remember, understanding your dreams takes time and patience. Trust your instincts, and don't hesitate to reach out if you need someone to talk to."Yèlíng nodded appreciatively, a sense of resolve settling within him. When he left the school, he didn't go straight home but decided to go to the bookstore seeking out books about the sandman. His purchases in hand, he ran back home.Yèlíng nodded appreciatively, a sense of resolve settling within him. After bidding Mrs. Jing farewell, he left the school with a newfound determination stirring in his heart. Instead of heading straight home, he decided to make a detour to the bookstore, eager to delve deeper into the mystery of the Sandman.Entering the bookstore, Yèlíng headed straight for the section on folklore and mythology. He perused the shelves, his eyes scanning the titles in search of any books that mentioned the enigmatic figure that had been haunting his dreams.After some time, he found a few promising titles and quickly made his purchases. With the books clutched tightly in his hands, he hurried back home, his mind buzzing with anticipation. Perhaps within the pages of these books, he would find the answers he sought about the Sandman and the secrets of his own dreams.He spent the rest of his afternoon engrossed in the book, flipping through its pages in search of answers. Despite his efforts, he found no new clues to unravel the mystery of the Sandman. Frustration gnawed at him, but he refused to give up.Turning to the internet for further insight, Yèlíng delved into online research about the Sandman. Hours passed as he scoured various websites, sifting through articles and forum threads in pursuit of elusive knowledge.Then, amidst the sea of information, he stumbled upon a particularly intriguing website. It housed a collection of ancient folklore tales about the Sandman, each one steeped in myth and legend. With growing anticipation, Yèlíng clicked on one of the stories, eager to uncover its secrets.With eager anticipation, Wei Ying delved into the captivating tale that promised to unveil the mysteries surrounding the enigmatic figure known as the Sandman. As he immersed himself in the opening lines, the words painted a vivid tapestry of intrigue and enchantment."Every tale starts with 'once upon a time,' but how do we begin the true love story of a man so greatly feared—the Sandman?"The question hung in the air, drawing Wei Ying deeper into the narrative. The mention of love juxtaposed against the fearsome reputation of the Sandman intrigued him, sparking a curiosity that refused to be ignored."His name has struck terror into the hearts of many, captivated the imaginations of others, and remained an enigma to some."The words resonated with Wei Ying, echoing the conflicting emotions stirred by the mere mention of the Sandman. Fear and fascination intertwined, creating a palpable tension that heightened his senses."Yet, in the realm of dreams, where the human mind weaves stories of whimsy and wonder, the Sandman reigns supreme."Wei Ying's imagination soared, envisioning a world where dreams held sway and the Sandman stood as a silent guardian amidst the shifting landscapes of the subconscious."So allow me to recount the story of our dear and lonely Sandman."With bated breath, Wei Ying leaned closer to the text, eager to uncover the secrets hidden within the pages of this enchanting tale. As Wei Ying delved deeper into the tale, revelations unfolded like petals unfurling in the light of dawn. The Sandman, revered as the keeper of dreams, held a secret known to few—a divine mantle that extended beyond the realm of dreams to the very heavens above."The Sandman is very well known in mythology as the keeper of the dream realm," Wei Ying read aloud, his voice a soft murmur amidst the quiet of his room. "But little people know that he is also the god of the moon."The revelation sent a shiver down Wei Ying's spine, the realization of the Sandman's celestial lineage casting a new light on the enigmatic figure. "The nightworld was literally his, and he lived a solitary life hidden in his house in the clouds."Wei Ying marveled at the image conjured by the words, envisioning the Sandman's solitary vigil amidst the celestial expanse. Alone yet undaunted, the Sandman ruled over the nocturnal realm with a quiet dignity befitting his divine lineage."We don't know his real name, only that he was surnamed by his peers as 'Hanguangjun' as he was righteous and just."The revelation of the Sandman's moniker stirred something within Wei Ying, a sense of reverence for the righteous guardian who presided over the night. Hanguangjun— a name whispered in reverence, an epithet that spoke of honor and virtue amidst the shadows. As Wei Ying continued to read, the narrative unveiled a poignant tale of friendship, loss, and unrequited love. The once-respected guardian of dreams, known to mortals as the Sandman, crossed paths with Wei Wuxian, the mischievous and free-spirited god of the night. Their unexpected encounter forged a bond that transcended the boundaries of their respective realms, shaping the course of their intertwined destinies."The Sandman befriended him, helped him, and together they worked towards a harmonious night life," Wei Ying murmured, his voice tinged with awe at the depth of their connection. The image of the Sandman and Wei Wuxian, united in purpose and camaraderie, painted a portrait of unlikely allies bound by a shared vision.But fate, ever capricious, had other plans in store. Wei Wuxian, the god of the night, vanished without a trace, leaving the Sandman to grapple with the gaping void left in his wake. The sudden disappearance plunged the Sandman into a maelstrom of despair and madness, his once-steadfast resolve crumbling beneath the weight of grief and longing."In his rage, he destroyed the realms looking for his lost lover," Wei Ying read, his heart heavy with sympathy for the tormented guardian of dreams. The image of the Sandman, consumed by grief and driven to the brink of madness in his quest for answers, resonated deeply with Wei Ying's own struggles and uncertainties."And it is said that now he chases those who resemble his lost lover to confess his love and to capture the soul in dreamland."The revelation sent a shiver down Wei Ying's spine, the implications of the Sandman's relentless pursuit echoing with haunting poignancy. As he pondered the tragic fate of the Sandman and his unrequited love for Wei Wuxian, Wei Ying couldn't help but feel a pang of empathy for the guardian whose heart remained eternally bound to the god of the night.The unsettling thought gnawed at Wei Ying's mind as he grappled with the implications of the tale. Could it be possible that the enigmatic figure haunting his dreams was none other than the grief-stricken Sandman, driven to madness by his unrelenting search for Wei Wuxian? The notion sent a chill down Wei Ying's spine, casting a shadow of doubt over the nature of his own dreams.As he pondered the truth behind the legend, Wei Ying couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered within him. The possibility that the Sandman mistook him for Wei Wuxian, leading to his relentless pursuit in the dreamlands, filled him with a sense of trepidation. Was he unwittingly entangled in the guardian's quest for closure, destined to become ensnared in the intricate web of dreams spun by the tormented Sandman?Despite his fears, Wei Ying couldn't discount the lingering connection he felt to the tale. The echoes of longing and despair resonated with his own experiences, weaving a tapestry of shared emotions that transcended the boundaries of myth and reality. Whether the tale held true or not, one thing remained certain: the enigmatic figure that haunted his dreams held secrets that begged to be unraveled.With a mixture of apprehension and determination, Wei Ying cast his gaze skyward, addressing the unseen guardian of dreams with a plea born of both fear and compassion."I'll try not to run from you, Sandman," he murmured, the words carrying on the evening breeze. "But please, don't capture this poor soul."His voice, tinged with a hint of desperation, held a silent plea for mercy, a fragile hope that the guardian of dreams would hear his words and heed his request. In the quiet solitude of the night, beneath the watchful gaze of the moon, Wei Ying sent his message into the ether, unsure if it would reach its intended recipient.As he stood beneath the vast expanse of the night sky, Wei Ying felt a sense of vulnerability wash over him, mingling with the weight of uncertainty that hung in the air. Yet, amidst the darkness, a flicker of resilience burned within him, a resolve to confront the mysteries that lurked within the realm of dreams.With a final glance at the moonlit heavens, Wei Ying steeled himself for the trials that lay ahead, determined to face whatever fate awaited him in the world of dreams, even as the specter of the Sandman loomed ever closer. ¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝓔𝓝𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 16¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸
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Wangji couldn't sleep. He was used to being in Cloud Recesses, where everything was peaceful. But now, in this new place, he felt restless. He didn't have much to do and didn't know where to go. So, he just lay there, unable to relax. The dream realm was his only escape, but now it brought torment. Every time he saw Wei Ying, his heart ached. But just as he reached out to him, Wei Ying would vanish, leaving him alone and longing. Wei Ying's reaction was always the same—he would flee at the sight of him, his face twisted with pain and fear. No matter how Wangji called out to him or reached out a hand in desperation, Wei Ying would vanish into the shadows of the dream realm, leaving Wangji alone with his longing and sorrow. Each encounter left Wangji with a deep ache in his heart, a reminder of the distance between them that seemed impossible to bridge.Despite the overwhelming urge to reach out to Wei Ying and confront him about their shared past, Wangji knew that it was futile. Each time he tried to approach Wei Ying in the dream realm, the same heartbreaking realization dawned upon him: Wei Ying didn't remember him. Their brief exchange of words during their initial encounter had confirmed this painful truth. Each attempt to approach Wei Ying in the dream realm ended in disappointment, the painful realization sinking in deeper each time.Wei Ying's absence from home wasn't just a matter of forgetting. It was a profound loss, a rupture in their shared history that left Wangji feeling adrift. Not only did Wei Ying fail to remember A-Yuan or Wangji, but he now seemed to fear Wangji, the very person who had once meant the world to him. It was a bitter pill to swallow, knowing that the memories they had shared had been erased, replaced by a void that seemed impossible to bridge.Wangji felt a solitary tear trace its path down his cheek, a silent testament to the anguish that weighed heavily on his heart. The fear of failing to bring Wei Ying back home, of breaking his promise to A-Yuan, loomed over him like a dark cloud.As he struggled with his emotions, a voice cut through the silence, dripping with sarcasm and amusement. Wangji opened his eyes to find Hel, the Mistress of Death, regarding him with a smirk."What a sad sight I behold," she remarked, her tone laced with mockery. "Our esteemed God of the Moon, wallowing in despair. Does my humble abode not meet the standards of the illustrious Hanguang Jun?"Wangji's jaw clenched, his gaze unwavering as he met Hel's taunting expression. Despite the weight of his sorrow, he refused to show weakness in the presence of his adversary.Hel's voice echoed through the chamber, a haunting melody that reverberated against the stone walls. "there there, don't look at me like that my beloved," she said, her tone dripping with amusement as she settled onto an old desk at the far end of the room. "I am no enemy to you," she laughed, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light. "Will you marry me, Hanguang Jun?" she asked, her words carrying an eerie charm.Hel's laughter echoed through the room, a chilling sound that sent shivers down Wangji's spine. She lounged on the decrepit desk, her gaze fixed on him with unsettling intensity."Marry you?" Wangji repeated, his voice steady despite the unease that gnawed at him. "I would sooner embrace death."Hel's amusement only seemed to grow at his response, her grin widening into a sinister smile. "Ah, the stoic Hanguang Jun," she mused. "So steadfast in your refusal. But remember, even the mightiest gods have their weaknesses."Wangji remained silent, his resolve unyielding in the face of Hel's taunts. He knew that engaging in a battle of words with her would only serve to fuel her amusement. Instead, he focused on maintaining his composure, knowing that in this realm, defiance was his greatest weapon."I wasn't here to marry you anyway. While you may be handsome and powerful, you're still not a man I wish to keep," she suddenly declared, hopping off the desk and taking a seat on the bed next to Wangji.Wangji rose to his feet, putting some distance between them. "You are crazy," he said, his voice tinged with frustration. "What is it that you want from me? Be clear," he added, tired of their daily quarrels."Nothing," she replied with a smile, her expression inscrutable.Wangji eyed Hel warily, her sudden shift in demeanor adding to the eerie atmosphere of the room. He remained standing, maintaining a cautious distance between them as he awaited her next words."Nothing?" he repeated skeptically. "If that were true, you wouldn't have summoned me here. What is it that you're hiding, Hel?"Hel's smile widened, a glint of mischief dancing in her eyes. "Oh, but I have something that you desire above all else," she teased, her tone dripping with tantalizing allure.Wangji's jaw tensed, his patience wearing thin. "Speak plainly, Hel. I have no time for games."Hel's amusement only seemed to grow at his impatience. "Very well," she relented, her expression turning serious. "I possess knowledge that could help you reclaim what you have lost."Wangji's heart skipped a beat at her words, hope flickering within him despite his wariness. "And what knowledge is that?" he asked, his voice cautious yet tinged with a hint of desperation."I know where Wei Ying is, and not in his dream one," she laughed, quietly pleased with herself."And you think I will believe you?" Wangji asked skeptically."Oh, but do you have any other choice?" she countered with a smile, her tone teasing."I don't trust you," Wangji's voice resonated with unwavering resolve as he confronted Hel's claim. The flickering light in the chamber cast shadows across his determined expression, emphasizing the gravity of his mistrust."Again, do you have any other choice?" she said, clearly reveling in the uncertainty of the situation."You may claim to know Wei Ying's whereabouts, but I cannot simply take your word for it," he stated firmly, his gaze unwavering. "Your track record of deceit precedes you, Hel. I have no reason to believe that you have suddenly become a beacon of truth."Hel's laughter rippled through the room, a haunting melody that seemed to echo off the walls. "Ah, Hanguang Jun, ever the cautious one," she remarked, her tone dripping with amusement. "But consider this: What other recourse do you have? If you wish to find Wei Ying, you must entertain the possibility that I speak the truth."Wangji remained silent, his jaw clenched in frustration. The prospect of relying on Hel—a being synonymous with treachery—was a bitter pill to swallow. Yet, in the absence of any other leads, he found himself grappling with the unsettling notion that she might hold the key to Wei Ying's whereabouts. "Why, after all this time, would you suddenly want to help me?" Wangji asked, his tone cautious, probing for any hidden motives."I am tired of you. You don't entertain me at all; you're so boring," she replied, her demeanor revealing her boredom with the situation.Wangji regarded Hel with a mixture of suspicion and incredulity. "You expect me to believe that your sudden interest in helping me stems from boredom?" he countered, his tone laced with skepticism. "Forgive me if I find that hard to believe."Hel shrugged indifferently, her gaze wandering idly around the chamber. "Believe what you will, Hanguang Jun," she replied nonchalantly. "The truth remains the same, regardless of your suspicions. I have information that may lead you to Wei Ying, and it is entirely up to you whether you choose to accept my offer or not."Wangji's gaze narrowed, his mind grappling with the implications of Hel's words. While he harbored deep reservations about trusting her, the possibility of finding Wei Ying outweighed his concerns—at least for the moment."Very well," he conceded reluctantly. "Show me what you know, and we shall see if your words hold any merit."She laughed. "I can't show you anything, you silly man!" But before Wangji could respond, she added, "You have to go and see for yourself.""What are you talking about now? Can't you be clear and speak properly?" Wangji's frustration grew as he struggled to understand her cryptic words."I can't believe you haven't thought of looking for your big boy there. It was so obvious for me to find him!" She laughed again."Where is he?!" Wangji demanded, his impatience mounting."He is in the Human realm, living a very human, very boring life," she stated matter-of-factly.Wangji's heart skipped a beat at Hel's revelation. The human realm? Living a mundane existence? The implications of her words sent a surge of hope coursing through him, mingled with a profound sense of disbelief."In the human realm?" he repeated, his voice tinged with incredulity. "Are you certain?"Hel nodded, her expression betraying a hint of amusement. "Oh, I am certain," she affirmed. "And if you're wise, Hanguang Jun, you'll waste no time in seeking him out."The gravity of Hel's words weighed heavily on Wangji's mind. If what she claimed was true—if Wei Ying truly resided in the human realm—then the possibility of reuniting with him was closer than he had ever dared to imagine."You can go find him; I'm tired of you," she said dismissively, then turned towards the doors. "Open!" she commanded.The two huge metallic doors slid open, revealing her dogs waiting on the other side. They were formidable creatures, guardians of the realm, ready to pounce on anyone attempting to escape without authorization. With their three menacing heads, they instilled fear in those who dared to cross them. There were more than twenty of them, lining each side of the road, their eyes gleaming with hunger and anticipation.Wangji's heart raced as he faced the daunting sight before him. The menacing presence of Hel's three-headed dogs sent a shiver down his spine, their baleful eyes fixed upon him with unwavering intensity. He knew all too well the fate that awaited those who dared to defy Hel's authority.With a deep breath, Wangji steeled himself, his resolve unshaken. He had come too far to be deterred now, his determination to find Wei Ying burning brighter than ever before."I will find him, no matter what," he whispered to himself, his voice resolute.Ignoring the menacing gaze of Hel's guardians, Wangji took a step forward. The dogs bristled, ready to pounce, but before they could act, Hel's authoritative voice rang out."Let him go!" she commanded, and the dogs immediately obeyed, settling back down.Wangji pressed on, his determination unwavering. Passing between the towering beasts, he felt a surge of adrenaline, fueled by the urgency of his quest. Though the road ahead was fraught with peril, he would not be deterred.With a final glance back at Hel, Wangji set forth on his journey, his heart ablaze with the hope of reuniting with the one he held dear.The road ahead stretched out before him, winding through the ethereal landscape with an air of uncertainty. Each step forward brought him closer to his goal, yet also deeper into the unknown.As Wangji journeyed deeper into the realm, he remained vigilant, acutely aware of the lurking dangers. Despite his apprehension, he encountered no obstacles, and soon he reached the familiar portal he had traversed long ago to enter this realm. Pausing to collect his thoughts, Wangji cast a glance back at the imposing silhouette of Hel's domain, a reminder of the challenges he had faced.Stepping through the portal, Wangji felt a rush of relief as he left the death realm behind. The comforting sights and sounds of his own realm enveloped him, a stark contrast to the eerie landscape he had just left.With the memory of his encounter with Hel still fresh in his mind, Wangji knew the dangers that lay ahead for those who dared challenge her dominion. However, he remained undeterred, his gaze fixed firmly on the horizon.Deciding to stop by the cloud recesses before venturing into the human realm, Wangji's heart swelled with anticipation. Sizhui must be wondering why he hadn't heard from his father for so long, and Wangji was eager to share the good news with him.With each step forward, Wangji's excitement grew, fueled by the prospect of finally reuniting with his son after his long and perilous journey.Wangji made his way towards the Cloud Recesses, memories of his time there flooded his mind. The tranquil beauty of the surroundings, the echoes of laughter from his disciples, and the warmth of familial bonds—all of these filled him with a sense of nostalgia and longing.Upon reaching the familiar gates of the Cloud Recesses, Wangji was greeted by the serene atmosphere that had always characterized the place. The air was imbued with a sense of peace and tranquility, a stark contrast to the chaos of the outside world.Entering the compound, Wangji was greeted by familiar faces and warm smiles. As he made his way towards Sizhui's quarters, his heart swelled with anticipation. He couldn't wait to share the news of Wei Ying's whereabouts with his son, to see the joy and relief in Sizhui's eyes.Knocking gently on the door, Wangji waited patiently until it opened to reveal Sizhui standing before him, his expression a mixture of surprise and delight."Father," Sizhui exclaimed, his voice filled with emotion as he pulled Wangji into a warm embrace. Wangji returned the embrace, feeling a deep sense of comfort in his son's arms.With a gentle smile, Wangji began to share the news he had carried with him. "I have news about Wei Ying," he said softly, watching as Sizhui's eyes lit up with anticipation.As Sizhui listened, a mixture of emotions played across his face, from hope to concern. "Dad, I missed you," he admitted, his voice tinged with sadness. "Even if you didn't find news about him."Wangji's heart swelled with affection for his son. "You were worried I wouldn't come back, weren't you?" he asked, a tender smile gracing his lips.Sizhui nodded, his gaze downcast. "It's been three years," he confessed."Mn, let's discuss inside," Wangji suggested, leading Sizhui into the familiar tranquility of the Jingshi.As they settled into the comfort of their surroundings, Wangji and Sizhui exchanged stories of their time apart. Wangji listened intently, cherishing the moments shared with his son and marveling at the young man Sizhui had become.After some time, Wangji cleared his throat, his gaze shifting to meet Sizhui's eyes."I have news about Wei Ying," he began, his voice steady yet tinged with anticipation.Sizhui's expression shifted, a mixture of hope and apprehension flickering across his features."What news, Father?" Sizhui asked, his voice barely above a whisper.Wangji took a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking. "I believe I know where he is," he said, his words carrying the weight of certainty. "But we must proceed with caution."Sizhui's eyes widened in disbelief, a surge of emotion coursing through him. "Where? How do you know?"Wangji hesitated for a moment before revealing the details of his encounter with Hel and the revelation she had shared. As he spoke, Sizhui listened intently, hanging onto every word with bated breath.Once Wangji had finished recounting the tale, silence hung in the air, the gravity of the situation sinking in."We must find him," Sizhui said firmly, determination shining in his eyes.Wangji nodded, a sense of purpose burning within him. "We will," he vowed, his voice resolute. "Together."Sizhui's eyes sparkled with hope. "Really? I can come with you?" he asked eagerly, his voice tinged with excitement.Wangji smiled warmly at his son. "Mn, you can if you want to," he replied, his heart swelling with pride. He couldn't bear to be separated from Sizhui any longer, especially not on such an important journey. "I don't want to leave you behind anymore. The past three years were enough. We will face whatever lies ahead together.""I want to!" Sizhui exclaimed, gratitude evident in his voice. "Thank you."Wangji's smile softened. "Let's rest for now," he suggested, placing a reassuring hand on Sizhui's shoulder. "We will leave tomorrow. But I want you to listen to me. No matter the situation, if I tell you to go, you go, understood?"As the evening wore on, Wangji and Sizhui found solace in each other's presence, relishing the warmth of their reunion. The Jingshi, once filled with solitude, now overflowed with the tender bond between father and son. Wangji felt Sizhui falling asleep in his arms, so he gently guided him to get ready for bed.With each moment, Wangji couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of gratitude that filled his heart. Despite the trials and tribulations they had faced, they were together once more, united in their quest to find Wei Ying.With a gentle smile, Wangji watched as Sizhui struggled to get dressed, his eyes closing on their own. He guided his son into bed and tucked him in, his gaze lingering on Sizhui's peaceful expression. "Sleep well, A-Yuan," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from Sizhui's forehead.Sizhui responded with a contented sigh, his features softened by the tranquility of sleep. Wangji stood there for a moment, basking in the quiet serenity of the room, before extinguishing the lamps and settling into his own bed. ¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝓔𝓝𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 17¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸
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The following morning unfolded with a gentle embrace of warmth, as sunlight filtered through the windows of the Jingshi, casting a soft, golden glow upon the room. Wangji stirred from his slumber, feeling the remnants of a peaceful night's rest embracing his weary frame. With a gentle blink, he greeted the new day, his gaze falling upon Sizhui, still immersed in the depths of sleep beside him.It was a rare sight to behold—Sizhui, nestled in the sanctuary of the Jingshi, sharing the same bed as Wangji. Yet, last night, they had both sought solace in each other's presence, a silent reassurance amidst the shadows that lingered within their hearts. Wangji's worries, carefully guarded behind the walls of his mind during his time in Hel's dominion, now resurfaced with renewed vigor. He had concentrated all his thoughts on Wei Ying, shielding Sizhui from the looming threat of Hel's discovery.The memory of their shared ordeal weighed heavily upon Wangji—the fear of Hel uncovering Sizhui's identity, the dread of her using him as leverage against Wangji. In the face of such peril, Wangji would have sacrificed everything to ensure Sizhui's safety, even his own life or the shackles of matrimony to Hel herself. For the tranquility of Cloud Recesses and the safety of his son, Wangji would have traversed any perilous path, braved any storm.With a tender smile gracing his lips, Wangji carefully eased himself from the warmth of their shared bed, mindful not to disturb his sleeping son. The cool touch of the floor beneath his bare feet served as a gentle reminder of the new day's arrival. Moving silently across the room, he gathered their clothes, preparing for the adventures that lay ahead.After freshening up, Wangji returned to Sizhui's side, his presence a comforting presence in the tranquil room. "A-Yuan, it's time to rise," he murmured softly, his voice infused with paternal warmth.Sizhui stirred from his slumber, his eyes fluttering open to meet Wangji's gaze. With a sleepy yawn, he stretched his arms, awakening from the embrace of sleep. As they dressed for the day, father and son shared quiet exchanges, their shared anticipation palpable in the serene atmosphere.With each garment carefully donned, Wangji adorned Sizhui with the Lan clan headband, a symbol of their bond and heritage. His heart swelled with pride as he secured it in place, a silent affirmation of their journey together. "All set," Wangji murmured, his hand tenderly brushing against Sizhui's head.Sizhui beamed up at his father, his eyes shining with gratitude and affection. "Thank you, Baba," he said, the words carrying a depth of meaning that transcended mere gratitude, echoing the bond that bound them together through trials and triumphs alike.Once attired, Wangji and Sizhui ventured into the kitchen, where the enticing aroma of breakfast awaited them. The simple yet satisfying spread laid out before them spoke of home and warmth. Steamed buns, soft and pillowy, beckoned invitingly alongside a comforting bowl of rice porridge, its fragrant steam rising in wisps. Fresh fruit, vibrant and colorful, added a burst of sweetness to the table.As they seated themselves, father and son shared a serene moment of companionship. The tranquility of the morning enveloped them like a gentle embrace, weaving a tapestry of comfort and familiarity around their hearts. With each bite savored, Wangji and Sizhui found solace in the simple pleasures of food and family. The steamed buns melted in their mouths, the rice porridge warming their souls with its nourishing embrace. The fresh fruit burst with juicy sweetness, a refreshing respite from the day's impending journey.With the meal concluded, they lingered over cups of tea, the fragrant steam rising in gentle tendrils. Across the table, father and son exchanged tales of their days apart, each story a cherished glimpse into the other's world. Wangji spoke of his trials in the death realm, recounting the challenges he had faced with quiet resolve. Sizhui listened intently, his admiration for his father evident in the attentive curve of his brow.In turn, Sizhui shared snippets of his life at the Cloud Recesses, painting vivid pictures of his studies and training. His words were filled with warmth and enthusiasm, a reflection of the deep-rooted joy he found in his daily routines. Wangji listened with rapt attention, his heart filled with admiration at the sight of his son's growth and resilience.Seated at the table, Wangji and Sizhui remained engrossed in their conversation, the lingering remnants of their tea providing a comforting backdrop to their exchange. As Sizhui recounted his night hunt adventure, Wangji listened with undivided attention, his gaze fixed on his son with a mixture of admiration and paternal warmth.With each word that spilled from Sizhui's lips, Wangji felt a surge of satisfaction rise within him, like a gentle tide washing over his heart. He marveled at the confidence and maturity with which his son spoke, a testament to the upbringing and guidance he had received.Though Wangji had endeavored to instill the values of the Lan clan in Sizhui, he had also strived to nurture his son's individuality and spirit. He had walked a delicate balance between discipline and freedom, seeking to foster a sense of responsibility while allowing Sizhui to flourish in his own unique way.As Sizhui spoke, his voice resonated with a quiet strength and assurance, a reflection of the resilience he had cultivated through his experiences. Wangji couldn't help but feel another surge of pride swell within him, mingled with a touch of wistfulness for the moments he had missed during his time away.Yet, in the warmth of their shared conversation, Wangji found solace in the knowledge that despite the challenges they had faced, the bond between father and son remained unbreakable. And as Sizhui continued to recount his tales of adventure and camaraderie, Wangji's heart swelled with a profound sense of gratitude for the privilege of being his father."Jingyi kept cursing all day due to the curse, shufu was livid," Sizhui said with half a smile, and Wangji couldn't suppress the chuckle that escaped him. Despite his efforts to maintain a stoic demeanor, he found himself amused by the antics of the younger generation."It sounds like quite the adventure," Wangji remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I'm sure your shufu's wrath was nothing compared to the dangers you faced on the night hunt."Sizhui nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Indeed, but we managed to handle it," he replied confidently.Wangji nodded in approval, "I am sure you did.""Jingyi just had to copy the rules 200 times," Sizhui said.Wangji set his cup down, a note of concern creeping into his voice. "Did you venture towards the castle?" he asked, his worry evident in his tone."No, You forbid us from going there Dad, I didn't disobei even if you weren't here," Sizhui said. "I wanted to when...when your letters stopped and we didn't have any news but, shufu didn't let me," he looked down on his hands.Wangji's heart twinged with a mix of contentment and gratitude at Sizhui's obedience and respect for his wishes. "You did the right thing, A-Yuan," he said softly, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on his son's shoulder. "The castle is a dangerous place, especially when I'm not here to protect you."Sizhui nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I know, Dad," he replied, looking up to meet Wangji's gaze. "I trust your judgment."Wangji returned the smile, his heart swelling with affection for his son. "Thank you, A-Yuan," he said, his voice filled with warmth. "Your safety is always my top priority. However, I am sure I made you worry and I am sorry.. you must have felt abandoned again," he added.Sizhui opened his mouth to speak but changed his mind and closed it again."You can say it Sizhui, You can speak your mind freely we are in our home," Wangji tried to reassure him."It's just, I just don't remember Xian-gege abandoning me...I don't have many memories of those days, but I remember you always told me that he would come back," Sizhui confessed, his voice tinged with a mixture of uncertainty and longing.Wangji could sense the weight of unspoken emotions weighing heavily on his son's heart, so he nodded encouragingly, silently urging Sizhui to share more."I remember some things while you were gone...like his laugh or the way he would hug me," Sizhui continued, his gaze shifting to meet Wangji's before casting down again. "And I remember that day..." his voice trailed off, laden with sorrow.Wangji's heart ached at Sizhui's words, knowing the pain his son must have endured during those difficult times. He reached out, gently squeezing Sizhui's hand, offering silent reassurance."What day?" Wangji asked softly, his expression reflecting concern."After your punishment," Sizhui explained, his demeanor tense. "I remember you holding me on the bed as you..." he hesitated, struggling to find the words."A-yuan...tell me," Wangji urged, his voice barely above a whisper."You were crying and covered in blood, and I was crying too. I don't remember what had happened, but I see your back covered in blood and...and you had no strength, but you were still holding me to your chest and telling me it was fine..." Sizhui's voice trembled with emotion, tears threatening to spill. "It's a dream, I don't know if...if it's true, but I'm sorry you went through that for me. It's my fault," he added, his voice filled with remorse.Wangji's heart clenched with anguish as he listened to Sizhui's recollection, his mind flashing back to that painful moment. The memories flooded back, vivid and raw, as if the wounds of the past had been freshly reopened. He could still feel the searing pain of his injuries, the overwhelming sense of helplessness as he cradled his son in his arms.In that moment, Wangji was transported back to that fateful night, the air thick with tension and fear. He remembered the desperate struggle to shield Sizhui from harm, to protect him at all costs. And as he held his son close, he could feel the weight of his own anguish bearing down upon him, a heavy burden that threatened to consume him whole.But amidst the pain and sorrow, there was also love. Love for his son, a fierce and unwavering devotion that burned bright in his heart. And as he looked into Sizhui's eyes, he saw the strength and resilience that had carried them through even the darkest of times.Wangji's heart constricted with sorrow as Sizhui recounted the painful memory, the images vivid in his mind's eye. He could feel the weight of his son's words, the burden of guilt that he unfairly bore. It was a heavy burden, one that Wangji wished he could lift from Sizhui's shoulders and bear himself. But he knew that some burdens could not be shouldered alone.Reaching out, Wangji gently took Sizhui's hand in his own, offering silent support and understanding. His touch was a wordless reassurance, a promise that he would always be there for his son, no matter the trials they faced.With a heavy heart, Wangji reached out and gently brushed away Sizhui's tears, offering him what comfort he could. "A-Yuan," Wangji began, his voice heavy with emotion, "please understand that what happened that night was not your fault. You were just a child, innocent and pure. I would do anything to shield you from harm, to erase the pain you've endured.""It's okay, A-Yuan," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness and compassion. "You are not to blame, my son, I would face any trial, endure any hardship, if it meant protecting you from harm. I'm sorry, A-Yuan," Wangji said again softly, his voice heavy with remorse. "I'm sorry for the pain you've had to endure, for the memories that haunt you still. But please know that you are not responsible for any of the things that happened." Sizhui nodded, his gaze filled with gratitude and understanding. "Thank you, Dad," he murmured softly, his voice choked with emotion. "I know you've always done your best for me, and I am grateful for your love and sacrifice."In that moment, Wangji felt a swell of warmth in his chest, knowing that his efforts as a father had not gone unnoticed by his son. He tightened his embrace around Sizhui, holding him close. Wangji's arms tightened around Sizhui, his embrace offering a sense of security and comfort. In that tender moment, he made a silent vow to himself, a promise forged in the depths of his heart: he would never allow his son to endure such anguish again. He would be his guardian, his protector, shielding him from harm and guiding him through life's trials with unwavering love and strength."I'm sorry, A-Yuan," Wangji reiterated, his voice softening with empathy. "I understand how challenging it must have been for you. But please know, my absence was never your fault. I made the choices I did because of my love for both you and Wei Ying. You both mean everything to me, and I would endure any hardship to ensure your safety and happiness." Wangji's voice carried a tone of sincere apology as he spoke, his words laden with regret for the pain his absence had caused his son. He acknowledged the difficulty Sizhui must have faced in waiting for Wei Ying's return, unable to provide him with any reassurance or news during those trying times."Dad is also the most precious thing in my life," Sizhui's words echoed in the room. As Sizhui spoke, his voice barely rising above a whisper, Wangji felt his heart swell with both gratitude and sadness. He felt a lump form in his throat, moved by the depth of his son's sentiments. He gazed at his son, seeing the shimmer of unshed tears in his eyes. "I understand that you did everything you could to protect me," Sizhui continued, his voice filled with understanding and acceptance. "And I never doubted that Xian-gege would come back."Wangji nodded, his own eyes glistening with unspoken emotions. He reached out and gently brushed a stray tear from Sizhui's cheek, offering him a wordless gesture of comfort and reassurance."I just... missed you while you were not home," Sizhui confessed, his vulnerability laying bare the ache of his longing. "And I somehow miss him too."Wangji's heart clenched at Sizhui's admission, feeling the weight of their shared yearning for the one they both held dear.As Wangji listened to Sizhui's heartfelt words, another lump formed in his throat, heavy with the weight of his son's longing and sorrow."I hadn't realized how much sorrow you were carrying with you, A-Yuan. I'm sorry," Wangji whispered, his voice filled with regret. "But we'll find him."His tone shifted, becoming a quiet vow of determination. "Together, we'll bring Wei Ying home. We will be a family again."For Wangji, the road ahead was clear: they would find Wei Ying, no matter what it took. And together, they would reclaim the happiness and peace that had been lost for far too long.They stayed like that for what felt like hours, just holding each other in the quiet embrace of their shared resolve. Eventually, Wangji gently pulled away and motioned for Sizhui to gather his things."Let's get ready to go," he said softly, his voice carrying a sense of purpose. "We're heading down to the human world. I've already arranged for some fitting clothes to be delivered. Try them on, and once you're ready, we'll depart."Sizhui's eyes lit up with hope at the invitation. "Yes, I can really come?" he asked eagerly.Wangji nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Mn," he affirmed, his gaze warm with reassurance.As Sizhui hurried off to pack his belongings, Wangji took a moment to gather his own things, his mind already focused on the journey ahead. With practiced efficiency, he selected a few essential items and laid them out neatly, ensuring that everything was in order for their departure.When Sizhui returned, clad in the new clothes delivered by the tailors, Wangji couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth at the sight of his son. "You look good, A-Yuan," he remarked, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.Sizhui's eyes sparkled with anticipation as he beamed back at Wangji. "Thank you, Dad," he exclaimed eagerly. "I'm all set whenever you are."With a reassuring nod, Wangji meticulously checked their belongings, ensuring everything was in order for their journey. Once satisfied, he nodded to Sizhui, signaling that they were ready to embark on their adventure together, as a united family. ¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝓔𝓝𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 18¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸
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Wangji cast a final glance at the mirror, a wave of nostalgia washing over him. The Lan tailor had expertly preserved his traditional Lan robe style in the elegant white suit, seamlessly blending his heritage with human attire. Pride gleamed in Wangji's eyes as he admired the Cloud Recesses emblem on his suit—a symbol not just of his sect but a reminder of his roots, traditions, and the values that shaped him into the man he was today. Adjusting his white forehead ribbon and ensuring his hair ornament was secure, a sense of warmth enveloped him.Memories of past teachings, the timeless elegance of the Lan robe, and reflections on customs and principles filled his mind as he gazed into the mirror. While cherishing his traditional attire, Wangji understood the importance of adapting to the human world, balancing blending in with staying true to his identity.Meeting Sizhui's youthful gaze in the mirror, Wangji noted his son's poised appearance. Sizhui looked confident in his white turtleneck adorned with the Cloud Recesses symbol, paired with casual blue jeans exuding a charming teenage vibe. Despite the departure from their traditional attire, Sizhui's confident demeanor and the presence of his head ribbon and hair ornament served as a poignant reminder of their shared heritage.Wangji's smile conveyed a mix of emotions as he looked at his son, who eagerly anticipated his inaugural journey into the human world."Let's head out then," he said.As father and son exited the Jingshi, they were surprised to find Lan Xichen standing before them. Wangji's heart skipped a beat at the sight of his elder brother, feeling both nostalgic and happy upon meeting him. Although he had hoped to avoid encountering anyone other than Sizhui before departing to evade questions, he couldn't shake the mix of emotions stirred by seeing Lan Xichen."Brother," Wangji greeted him with a nod, warmth evident in his voice. It had been three long years since their last meeting, and even though Wangji hadn't planned on seeing him, he was pleased by their unexpected reunion. Memories of entrusting Sizhui to Lan Xichen's care flooded back. His brother had assured him that Sizhui would be well taken care of, a memory that added a bittersweet tinge to their reunion."Sizhui," bowed respectfully.Lan Xichen returned the nod with a gentle smile, his eyes softening as he regarded Wangji and Sizhui. "Wangji, Sizhui," he greeted warmly, fondness evident in his voice. "It's been too long since we last saw each other, brother. How have you been faring?"Wangji felt a surge of emotion at his brother's words, memories washing over him as he reflected on their time apart. "I have been well," he replied gratefully. "Sizhui has grown into a fine young man under your guidance. How have you been? How fares the Lan Sect?"Lan Xichen's smile widened at Wangji's inquiry, pride and satisfaction evident in his expression. "The Lan Sect thrives thanks to its dedicated members," he replied. "But enough about me. I was pleasantly surprised by your return. What brings you back to the Cloud Recesses? Have you found Wei Ying?" His question hung in the air as Lan Xichen glanced behind Wangji expectantly.After a moment's hesitation grappling with whether to reveal his true purpose for returning, Wangji chose honesty."I have returned to gather provisions and prepare Sizhui for an extended journey," Wangji explained with unwavering resolve as he met Lan Xichen's gaze. "I now know where Wei Ying truly is."Lan Xichen's expression softened at Wangji's words, understanding dawning in his eyes. "Ah, I see you are heading to the human realm from your attire," he remarked softly. "Wei Ying's absence weighs heavily on us all. I pray you find the answers you seek, Wangji. But is it wise to take Sizhui with you?" Concern laced his words."Shūshu, I wish to accompany Hanguang-jun," Sizhui interjected determinedly.Meeting Lan Xichen's gaze with unwavering resolve, Wangji explained calmly: "Brother, I cannot leave him behind any longer. Just as I had no choice at his age, I do not wish to deny him that choice now." He paused before adding firmly, "Besides, my focus wavers when he is apart from me; I prefer to have him by my side now that he is old enough for extensive travels." Wangji hoped Lan Xichen understood what remained unspoken—the longing for family ties that had shaped both their lives.Lan Xichen nodded in understanding. "I comprehend your decision. Take care on your journey and bring our young master Wei back," he said with a smile before bidding them farewell.Watching Lan Xichen depart into the distance before resuming their own departure from Cloud Recesses reminded Wangji that they had lingered too long in familiar surroundings.As they emerged from the grand entrance of the Cloud Recesses, Wangji produced a talisman and activated it. Sizhui's eyes widened in wonder as a golden door materialized before them, its intricate design shimmering with an ethereal glow. The air crackled with energy as the portal loomed, beckoning as a gateway to the human realm and the elusive answers they sought.With a determined expression, Wangji motioned for Sizhui to follow him, stepping resolutely across the threshold of the portal. Anticipation pulsed through Sizhui as he drew a deep breath and ventured into the unknown beside his father. Emerging on the other side, they found themselves in a bustling tavern alive with chatter and laughter, engulfed in a whirlwind of sights and sounds. Amidst the bustling crowd, they went unnoticed.Overwhelmed by the sudden change of scenery, Sizhui's heart raced as he tried to absorb his surroundings. A reassuring yet firm grip on his shoulder brought him back to the present. Turning to meet his father's gaze, Sizhui found comfort in Wangji's concerned golden eyes, silently conveying understanding amidst the chaos.Exiting through the tavern's rear door, Wangji swiftly affixed another talisman to its surface. With a practiced incantation, the ordinary door shimmered and transformed, now serving as a seamless link between the human realm and their celestial domain."Won't it be dangerous to..." Sizhui started, voicing his concerns.Lan Wangji shook his head, his expression calm yet resolute. "Only gods can pass the portal; for the humans, it will remain a normal door leading outside," he explained, reassuring his son of their safety.Then, he turned towards the street, his gaze scanning the bustling scene ahead. "Let's head to our house and see from there where we go," he said, his voice steady and determined.The house they arrived at was quaint and charming, blending seamlessly into the urban landscape. It featured two floors with four bedrooms neatly arranged on the second level. The interior exuded coziness and warmth, providing ample space for each of them to personalize their own areas. Sizhui admired how the house harmonized with its surroundings, its aesthetic perfectly complementing the lively city atmosphere. He chose the first bedroom on the far left of the second floor as his own, while Wangji settled into the room on the far right.As they unpacked and settled into their new surroundings, a profound sense of tranquility descended upon them, creating a sanctuary away from the chaos of the outside world. While Sizhui explored each room, Lan Wangji retreated to the living room to engage in meditation. Deep in his practice, he became attuned to a subtle shift in the energy of the house. With eyes closed, he instinctively reached for Bichen, his sword ever at hand. Sizhui entered the room, his expression betraying concern as echoes of distant voices reverberated through the space, reminiscent of El's haunting dominion where spectral echoes grew more pronounced with each passing day."Sizhui," Lan Wangji murmured softly, drawing his son near as he awaited the intruder's revelation, faint visions flickering at the periphery of his divine awareness."Sizhui, remain by my side," he instructed.In the midst of his contemplation, a gentle voice, akin to a distant breeze, reached out to him. "Lan Wangji, God of the Moon," it whispered, carrying with it the resonance of an ancient presence.Responding with composed authority, Lan Wangji inquired, "Who seeks an audience with the God of the Moon?"A subtle shift in the room's energy caused Lan Wangji's eyes to snap open, his senses sharpened. Before him materialized a spectral figure, ethereal and enigmatic. It bore the visage of an otherworldly entity, its features oscillating between familiarity and mystery."I am the Keeper of Echoes, the one who intertwines the threads of destiny within this realm," the figure intoned with a melodious cadence. "You pursue truth, and truth often lies concealed within the echoes of bygone eras."With a wave of its ethereal hand, the surroundings morphed, transporting Wangji into a dreamscape—a surreal realm transcending the confines of time and space. Scenes unfolded like fleeting memories, offering glimpses into Wei Ying's odyssey within the human world.Visions of Wei Ying, adrift and questing, danced before Wangji's eyes. The haunting strains of the flute reverberated, a constant companion to Wei Ying's solitary sojourns. Amidst these unfolding scenes, the Keeper of Echoes intoned, "To grasp the present, one must delve into the reverberations of the past."Watching with a heavy heart awash with swirling emotions, Wangji clutched Bichen tightly. Rising to his feet, he positioned himself in front of Sizhui as if to shield him from unseen forces.Tearing his gaze from Wei Ying, Wangji turned his attention back to the Keeper of Echoes."What is the purpose of your presence here?" he inquired, his voice cautious yet resolute. Lan Wangji's demeanor remained composed, masking the turmoil within as he confronted the enigmatic figure."I am merely repaying a debt to the young man who once saved someone dear to me. My aid ends here; you must find within your own heart the strength to reclaim what has been lost," the Keeper of Echoes declared before vanishing into the ephemeral mists of the dreamscape.As they sat in a heavy silence, Lan Wangji grappled with the burden of doubt weighing upon his shoulders. Casting a glance at Sizhui, lost in contemplation, he couldn't shake the nagging worry that bringing his son into this perilous journey was a misstep. The human realm teemed with perils and uncertainties, and the mere thought of endangering Sizhui tormented him.Though unspoken, Lan Wangji mulled over the Keeper's cryptic counsel, "you must find within your own heart the strength to reclaim what has been lost." What did it truly signify? Was he lacking the fortitude to rescue Wei Ying at this moment?Amidst his reflections, a wave of introspection flooded over Lan Wangji. He realized that his doubts didn't stem from physical prowess alone but from a deeper inner turmoil. The quest for Wei Ying demanded more than martial skill; it necessitated inner conviction, resolute determination, and a readiness to confront shadows of the past.Deep within, Lan Wangji acknowledged that his true strength resided not solely in his swordsmanship or divine abilities but in the depths of his heart. It was his love for Wei Ying, the bond with Sizhui, and the unwavering faith in their familial ties that would illuminate his path through forthcoming tribulations.Over the past 15 years, he had gradually learned to share his thoughts with Lan Xichen and Sizhui, recognizing them as family. Despite this progress, verbal expression remained a challenge for him—an unfamiliar and uncomfortable terrain. Words had always been a struggle, a realm he avoided where possible. Taking a deep breath amidst his unease in the human realm, Lan Wangji felt restlessness creeping in, unsettling his senses and clouding his thoughts.With a composed breath, Lan Wangji turned his gaze back to Sizhui, finding his son already watching him with a concerned expression."What weighs on your mind, A-yuan?" he inquired softly, his tone gentle and reassuring, aiming to offer comfort."I..." Sizhui hesitated, grappling with his thoughts."I will not be angered. Speak openly, even if you fear your words may cause pain," Wangji encouraged, hoping to dissolve any barriers hindering Sizhui's honesty.Lan Wangji's compassionate reassurance granted Sizhui a moment of respite, a glimmer of solace amidst their shared uncertainties. Gathering his resolve, Sizhui drew a deep breath before voicing his concerns."Dad, I find myself consumed by worry," Sizhui began, his voice trembling under the weight of his emotions. "This journey feels like a plunge into the unknown, and I am filled with fear. Fear for you, fear for Wei Ying, fear for us. And I can't help but wonder... maybe... maybe it's time for you to let go... to move on..."Listening attentively, Lan Wangji felt a pang in his heart witnessing his son's vulnerability, even as conflicting emotions surged within him. Despite the rising anger and the urge to react impulsively, he consciously suppressed these emotions. Instead, he focused on maintaining composure and quelling the turmoil within him. With great effort, he restrained the impulse to send Sizhui back home or express his inner turmoil outwardly. In a gesture of solidarity and support, Lan Wangji reached out and placed a comforting hand on Sizhui's shoulder. In a moment of heartfelt connection, Lan Wangji responded to Sizhui's concerns with empathy and understanding. He acknowledged the inherent risks of their journey and validated Sizhui's apprehensions, recognizing the disparity in their memories of Wei Ying."This journey holds its dangers, and your fears are justified," Wangji spoke softly, conveying his compassion. "Your limited recollection of Wei Ying may make this endeavor seem more daunting for you than for me. If you wish, you have the option to return home and await my return with Xichen and Shufu. However, remember that we are united as a family. Before being my son, you were his, and he remains a paternal figure from your early years whom I will not forsake."Pausing briefly, Lan Wangji felt compelled to share his sentiments with Sizhui, spurred by his son's honesty and the need for openness within their clan."I hold no blame or anger towards you. Wei Ying and I..." he hesitated, grappling with the right words. "We will confront any challenges together, side by side. Although our reunion may be fraught with difficulty and danger, it is crucial for our family to stand united through adversity," he concluded, hoping his imperfect expression conveyed his unwavering commitment to their shared journey.Sizhui's nod of affirmation brought a glimmer of hope to their exchange as he committed to staying by Lan Wangji's side. These shared moments of discussion and understanding felt like a step forward in their mutual comprehension of the mission's significance.Transitioning the conversation, Lan Wangji redirected their focus to practical matters."I must return to the dream realm now," he informed Sizhui. "You must remain within the house; do not venture outside unaccompanied. The human world differs greatly from our own." Offering guidance, he directed Sizhui to a nearby room filled with books on human etiquette."You have a room adjacent to yours that serves as a library. Study the books attentively while I am away, familiarize yourself with human customs, and practice what you learn," Lan Wangji instructed, emphasizing the importance of preparation during his absence.Sizhui nodded in acknowledgment to Lan Wangji's words, a silent understanding passing between them. After a brief pause, he closed his eyes, allowing the hidden butterflies within his sleeves to flutter around him, enveloping him in a delicate embrace. With a serene expression, Wangji vanished from the house, seamlessly transitioning into the ethereal realm of dreams.¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝓔𝓝𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 19¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸
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Wangji materialized by the water fountain, his descent marked by the graceful flutter of butterflies that gently settled back into his sleeves. To the casual observer, these delicate creatures appeared as mere tattoos adorning his arms, a clever guise allowing him to seamlessly blend in with humans. "Rest well," he murmured softly, caressing their fragile forms before they disappeared from view.Surveying his surroundings, Wangji found no sign of Wei Ying's presence. While a part of him had hoped to encounter the elusive man once more, the absence was not unexpected. Anticipating Wei Ying's tendency to evade him, Wangji sighed wearily and settled beside the fountain, trailing his hand through the cool, rippling water, as a distant memory stirred within him.The gentle caress of the water against his skin transported him back to a cherished memory. It was a time when he and Wei Ying had toiled together, weaving dreams into reality within the confines of their shared realm. The fountain, a testament to their collaboration, had been their first creation—a symbol of serenity amidst the chaos of their duties.
On that particular Sunday, exhaustion weighed heavily on Wangji as he returned to his abode, the Jingshi. Yet, upon entering, he was met with a sight that instantly lifted his spirits. There, sprawled across his bed amidst a sea of books and papers, was Wei Ying, utterly engrossed in his studies.
"Wangji?" Lan Zhan's voice was soft as he approached, his heart warmed by the sight of his beloved.
"Lan Zhan!" Wei Ying's face lit up with a radiant smile as he bounded over to embrace Wangji, his enthusiasm contagious. Without missing a beat, he launched into a spirited tirade.
"Listen, how is it that you, the God of the Moon and the Sandman himself, haven't created your own sanctuary? You offer peace and slumber to countless souls, but what about your own tranquility?" Wei Ying's words spilled forth in a torrent, fueled by his unwavering passion.
"It's called the Dream Realm of the Dream Maker, but that's so dull! You deserve something grander, Lan Zhan. Something that befits your beauty," Wei Ying continued, his eyes sparkling with determination. "With the right spiritual energy, the proper talisman, and your divine power, you could create a realm that bends to your will—a realm where only you and those you cherish may tread."
Wangji listened intently to Wei Ying's words, his heart swelling with affection for the spirited man before him.
Initially hesitant, Lan Zhan voiced his uncertainty. "Wei Ying, I'm not sure," wary of potential consequences. Yet, as always, Wei Ying's persuasive charm won him over. They dedicated weeks to meticulous study, ensuring their creation would be innocuous and undetectable. If it was to serve as Wangji's sanctuary, it must remain concealed from prying eyes, accessible only to those sanctioned by Wangji himself.
Their first idea was to utilize the forehead ribbon as a passage talisman, but Wangji reasoned it already granted access to various areas within the Cloud Recesses.
"What about your butterflies then?" Wei Ying proposed one day during their studies. "You're the only one who has them, and it's a shame they're always tucked away under your sleeves. They could serve as a means of ingress and egress, seamlessly integrating with your being."
Initially perplexed by Wei Ying's suggestion, Lan Zhan found himself swiftly swayed when Wei Ying mentioned the allure of an arm tattoo followed by a passionate kiss that left him breathless. With his heart racing and his mind clouded by affection, Lan Zhan relented, unable to deny Wei Ying anything—especially when it came with such pleasurable rewards.
A few days later, they performed the incantation, and the butterflies who were a permanent part of Lan Zhan's left arm, from his forearm to his shoulder—a stunning testament to their joint endeavor served as a key. They tested the talisman's effectiveness, moving effortlessly between rooms with grace, showcasing Wei Ying's inventive spirit.
Through the talisman, they unlocked the entrance to the dream realm Lan Zhan had envisioned—a sanctuary of tranquility and comfort. Lan Zhan insisted that it embody both their spirits, blending their energies and divine abilities to shape it according to their shared desires.
"Lan Zhan, I envision a magnificent fountain right at the heart of this realm!" Wei Ying exclaimed eagerly, prompting Lan Zhan to focus his power with closed eyes. In an instant, a grand white marble fountain materialized, its beauty a reflection of Lan Zhan's skill. Overflowing with joy, Wei Ying added his personal touches—red and black butterflies, lotus flowers, and clouds—symbols of their intertwined experiences and dreams. The fountain's waters were split, one side cool and the other warm, catering to their individual preferences.
"The colder side for you, and the warmer side for me! A perfect balance for us both!" Wei Ying laughed, spreading his infectious joy throughout their shared creation.
As the echoes of laughter lingered in Wangji's ears, intermingling with memories of their collaborative creation, a sudden wave of panic jolted him back to the present. "LAN WANGJI!" The urgent call of his name shattered the tranquility, snapping him back to reality. Brushing away unnoticed tears, Wangji surveyed his surroundings once more. The laughter had faded, yet Wei Ying stood a few meters away, observing him with a blend of concern and apprehension. In that instant, Wangji found himself unable to contain his laughter, a sense of relief washing over him as tension dissipated.Wei Ying maintained his gaze, his expression a mix of bewilderment and worry. At that moment, Wangji felt a pang of sorrow and remorse envelop him. How had they come to this juncture? Once, Wei Ying had placed unwavering trust in him, a bond Wangji held dear above all else. Now, their connection appeared strained, fractured by misunderstandings and missteps.Wangji's laughter subsided into a somber silence as he wiped away the last traces of tears. Meeting Wei Ying's eyes, he spoke in a barely audible voice. "Wei Ying.""You're a rather peculiar deity," Wei Ying remarked abruptly.The suddenness of Wei Ying's statement caught Wangji off guard, yet he couldn't help but emit a soft chuckle amidst the weight of the moment. "I suppose I am," he conceded, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth."First, you address me by another's name, then you lead me to this place every night, and now you stand weeping by the fountain while murmuring that man's name... What peculiar game are you playing?""Wei Ying!" Lan Zhan exclaimed."That is not my name. I am Yèlíng," Wei Ying corrected."Alright, hear me out. I researched your tale, Hanguang Jun, correct?" Yèlíng paused, ensuring he had the name right. Wangji nodded. "I must confess, I do bear a striking resemblance to your beloved Wei Ying. The likeness in the painting I saw was remarkable! However, I am not him. Truly, I am not. I cannot be, for I am but a mere foolish mortal!""Wei Ying is not foolish," Wangji stated firmly."Perhaps Wei Ying is not, but I certainly am hahahah," he chuckled. Wangji felt a mix of exasperation and warmth at Wei Ying's sudden shift in demeanor, no longer fearful."I wish to meet you," he said, then hastily added, "in person," to clarify when Wei Ying appeared puzzled."You are persistent, aren't you?" Wei Ying remarked with a smile as he slowly approached the fountain and settled at a respectful distance from Lan Wangji. "I cannot meet you in person; I cannot meet anyone there," he murmured softly."Wei Ying... are you..." Wangji hesitated, unsure of how to broach the topic sensitively."What is it?" Wei Ying's voice was gentle as if he was talking to a lost child."Are you... unable to see?" Wangji's question lingered in the air, the term "blind" unspoken yet laden with meaning."I am not blind! I simply hail from an exceedingly conservative family," Wei Ying clarified, his tone resolute yet tinged with a hint of frustration."I understand," Wangji replied, his gaze fixed on Wei Ying."Please do not gaze at me so intently!" Wei Ying protested, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment."How should I not look at you?" Wangji inquired softly but earnestly. He had adapted his communication style to be more direct with Wei Ying, who could not discern subtle cues like hums, eye movements, or subtext."Like I mean the world to you, like you care deeply about me... like that!" Wei Ying practically shouted, his embarrassment evident in his flushed face."Umm," Wangji hummed, momentarily at a loss for words. How else could he look at this man?"You said you can't see anyone, why is that so?" he asked instead."That's a long story," Wei Ying replied."We have time, if you wish to talk," Wangji said calmly, trying not to sound too pleading.Wei Ying looked at him intensely. "Why? Why do you wish to know?" he asked finally, after what seemed like a long observation."I wish to understand the new you. I understand your reasoning about not being Wei Wuxian, god of the night. However, I do know how to recognize you even if you are human. I wish to understand what happened," he stopped talking, feeling a sense of futility in trying to explain. He couldn't truly decipher his own feelings even to himself, so how could he explain them to Wei Ying? To a version of the man who doesn't know him anyway without scaring him."You have trouble explaining yourself, don't you?" Wei Ying said gently, smiling.For a moment, Wangji couldn't look away, couldn't think, nor answer. He took a few seconds to just admire that sweet smile, the first one since Wei Ying had gone away. He nearly closed his eyes, trying to imprint it on his brain as something he could return to when he was alone, to admire again and again.Since he didn't answer, Wei Ying continued, "My brother Jiang Cheng, that brat; he also is like that. Sometimes, well most of the time, he can't express his feelings. Instead, he shouts and acts rude. I'm used to it now; he's always been like that." he laughed a little. "But you tend to clam up, don't you? When words fail, actions and expressions speak for you. I understand," he remarked, flashing a warm smile at Wangji, who felt a surge of joy in his heart."Um," Wangji nodded in agreement."Let me explain why I mentioned that. And guess what? I'll assist you in finding your special someone!" Wei Ying declared with fervor. "I was adopted at the age of five by the Jiangs, a traditional and conservative family. Dating or meeting someone romantically requires parental approval in such circles due to reputation concerns," he elaborated."And your brother?" Wangji inquired."Nah, not really. Who would even consider him as a potential spouse? He's always grumpy; they don't need to worry about him," Wei Ying chuckled awkwardly. "But you?" Wangji asked"Well, I'm the rebellious one, so it's no surprise that Madame Yu keeps a tight rein on me.""I understand," Wangji acknowledged, but before he could delve further, Wei Ying interjected, "Nevertheless, we'll find a way to navigate this. I'll come up with a plan! I'll consult my friends at university, and I'm confident we can work something out! I'm eager to help, " he exclaimed excitedly before leaping off the fountain.Wangji's lips curved into a gentle smile. "You seem unafraid now," he observed.Wei Ying chuckled nervously. "I'm not scared anymore. You still have that intimidating aura, but I trust you wouldn't harm someone who resembles your past love, right?""I will never harm anyone, as long as they do not bring harm to Wei Ying," Wangji affirmed, though a flicker of hidden intent lingered in his eyes. Deep down, he harbored a desire to seek retribution against the one responsible for causing pain to Wei Ying, himself, and A-Yuan. That individual deserved consequences.Wei Ying let out a surprised laugh. "That got intense!" he remarked before glancing down at his arms. "What's happening?" he questioned, raising them in front of his face in confusion.Wangji's lips curved into a tender smile. "You're just starting to awaken," he said soothingly, aiming to reassure Wei Ying that his presence fading away was part of the natural process when someone began to rouse from their dream. As Wei Ying's surroundings started to blur and fade, he shifted his gaze back to Wangji, his eyes reflecting a blend of curiosity and reluctance."God of the Moon," Wei Ying began, his voice gentle yet brimming with curiosity, "I'm a student at Yunmeng University."Wangji locked eyes with him, a subtle smile playing at the edges of his mouth. "Yunmeng University," he echoed, imprinting the detail in his mind.Wei Ying nodded, his expression contemplative. "Remember that," he murmured, his voice fading as his figure blurred into the vanishing dream world.As Wangji watched him depart, a sense of longing tugged at his heart. Despite the brevity of their encounter, he felt a deepening connection with this new Wei Ying, one that he hoped would transcend the boundaries of the dream world. It seemed as though a bond had formed, one that might offer insight into the mystery of his lost memories and his obscured true nature. Wangji was certain that this was Wei Ying, not merely a human resembling him; he could sense the pulsing of Wei Ying's golden core, see its energy contained within the walls, yet the reasons behind it remained elusive.With a final gaze at the fountain, Wangji closed his eyes, surrendering to the dream's embrace as it carried him back to the home he shared with Sizhui.Inside, the living room was bathed in a soft lamplight glow, casting a serene ambiance. There, amidst a scattered array of books, Sizhui lay sound asleep on the couch, his hand dangling over the edge where a forgotten book rested on the floor. Wangji couldn't suppress a fond smile at the sight of his son, the tranquility of his slumber juxtaposed against the disarray of literature.With tender care, Wangji lifted Sizhui into his arms, feeling the weight of his son's sleeping form as a comforting presence against his chest. He carried him to his room, navigating the familiar halls with ease. Once there, Wangji gently laid Sizhui on his bed, methodically undressing him with practiced hands so as not to disturb his rest. As he removed Sizhui's hair ornaments and forehead ribbons, a wave of nostalgia washed over Wangji, reminiscent of similar moments shared with another loved one. He couldn't help but notice the striking resemblance between Sizhui's sleeping habits and those of Wei Ying, a bittersweet reminder of past memories.Once Sizhui was nestled beneath the warm embrace of his blankets, Wangji lingered for a moment, silently watching over his son with a mix of pride and affection. With a silent vow to always protect and cherish him, Wangji quietly exited the room, leaving Sizhui to the comforting embrace of dreams.Making his way to his own chamber, Wangji removed his hair ornaments and forehead ribbon, preparing for rest. His mind was still consumed by the events of the evening, the encounter with Wei Ying stirring up a whirlwind of emotions within him. Despite the longing he felt for the man who once filled their home with laughter and light, Wangji found solace in the hope that being closer to him in the human realm would eventually unveil the truth. Settling into bed, Wangji's heart was heavy with desire yet brimming with optimism, his thoughts consumed by the image of Wei Ying's smiling face—a beacon of hope amidst the uncertainty that lay ahead. ¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝓔𝓝𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 20¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸
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Lan Wangji and Sizhui stood at the university's entrance, their casual attire of jeans and T-shirts helping them blend seamlessly with the student crowd. They had devised a plan – enrolling as friends and attending a mythology class, hoping to catch a glimpse of Wei Ying among the throng of eager learners.However, Wangji felt a palpable unease amidst the bustling atmosphere. He despised crowds, finding them suffocating and disorienting, but his determination to locate Wei Ying compelled him to endure it. While he could have easily used his guqin to pinpoint Wei Ying's location, he refrained, wary of alerting Odin to their presence. Instead, they would rely on their wits and discretion, a more challenging yet necessary approach to avoid unwanted attention.As they navigated the university's lively corridors, Wangji couldn't shake the nagging sensation of being watched. Though he tried to dismiss it as mere paranoia, his discomfort grew with each step. The faces around them blurred into an indistinguishable mass, heightening his discomfort and urging him to quicken his pace. Despite Sizhui's soothing attempts at reassurance, Wangji's tension remained palpable, exacerbated by the lingering gazes and jostling of the passing students. Undeterred, he pressed on towards their class, with Sizhui trailing behind, his eyes alight with curiosity.Entering the mythology lecture hall, Wangji and Sizhui found seats amidst the eager throng of students, their gaze sweeping the room in search of Wei Ying. Wangji silently hoped that if Wei Ying had not taken this class before, he might now, given their recent conversation about mythology. As the lecture commenced, Wangji discreetly scanned the room, searching for any familiar features. Yet Wei Ying remained elusive, not among the students gathered for class. However, when his eyes returned to the front, Wangji was surprised to find that the teacher was not unfamiliar. Sizhui was already looking at Wangji with wide, surprised eyes.Wangji nodded imperceptibly at Sizhui, signaling for him to maintain composure and act normal until they could discuss their next move after the lecture. Sizhui, understanding the gravity of the situation, nodded in return and turned his attention back to the front of the classroom. Wangji redirected his focus to the teacher, relieved to see that she hadn't shown any signs of recognizing them amidst the sea of students. He adopted the guise of an attentive student, taking notes and engaging in the lesson like any other.The teacher, exceptionally knowledgeable about the subject matter, captivated the class with her expertise. However, frustration gnawed at Wangji's insides as the minutes ticked by with no sign of Wei Ying. He chastised himself for not discussing their plans with Wei Ying beforehand, feeling increasingly disheartened with each passing moment. To add to his unease, the teacher's face seemed oddly familiar, though Wangji couldn't quite place where he had seen her before.Just as Wangji resigned himself to what seemed like three hours of wasted time, the classroom door burst open, and a young man stumbled in, panting heavily. With his long dark hair and casual attire, it was unmistakably Wei Ying."I'm sorry, Professor! I overslept again!" Wei Ying exclaimed, his tone sheepish as he offered his apology.The teacher, seemingly accustomed to Wei Ying's tardiness, responded with a hint of amusement. "As usual, Yèlíng, I'm not even surprised. Shall I consider implanting a clock in your brain to ensure punctuality?"Wei Ying chuckled in response. "Maybe that would work better than an alarm clock!"As the teacher instructed Wei Ying to find a seat, he turned to scan the available spots in the classroom. Wangji felt his heart quicken, the anticipation palpable in the air. Beside him, Sizhui remained oblivious to the tension, focused on the front of the room. With no memories of Wei Ying, Sizhui hadn't recognized him yet, which offered Wangji a sliver of relief.Locking eyes with Wei Ying across the room, Wangji's grip tightened on the edge of his desk. For a brief moment, their gazes held, and Wangji could see the surprise flicker in Wei Ying's eyes before he quickly regained his composure and made his way towards Wangji's table. The sight of Wei Ying approaching sent a rush of emotions coursing through Wangji, the proximity almost overwhelming.Wei Ying took the seat beside Wangji, seemingly unaware of the significance of his choice. Wangji couldn't tear his gaze away, feeling the magnetic pull of Wei Ying's presence beside him. He's so close, Wangji thought, so close that I could reach out and touch him. But Wei Ying kept his eyes focused ahead, and Wangji couldn't discern if it was deliberate or not.Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Wangji forced himself to focus on the teacher, though her smile seemed to carry an unspoken apology. Wangji couldn't shake the feeling that she knew something, that she was aware of the tangled history between him and Wei Ying. As the lesson continued, Wangji's mind raced with questions, wondering how long she had known and what secrets lay hidden beneath her smile.The unexpected reunion had ignited a whirlwind of emotions within Wangji, his carefully constructed walls crumbling in the face of Wei Ying's proximity. During the break, Sizhui asked for permission to fetch some water, which Wangji granted. As his son left, Wangji closed his eyes, attempting to focus on meditation. He had resolved to speak with Wei Ying after class, reminding himself of the importance of maintaining control until then. However, his concentration was disrupted by movement on his left."Hi! I'm Yèlíng. Are you new here? I've never seen you in class, but I feel like I've seen you elsewhere," Wei Ying chirped in his usual exuberant manner."Hmm," Wangji responded noncommittally. "We've met once before," he added.Wei Ying studied him for a moment before his eyes widened in realization. "Don't tell me..." he began, but then glanced around the room before leaning in closer to Wangji and whispering,"You're the Sandman?"Wangji offered a subtle smile, barely perceptible to anyone unfamiliar with his expressions."Hmm," he nodded in confirmation."No way! You're pulling my leg! That can't be true," Wei Ying exclaimed, disbelief evident in his voice."Wei Ying," Wangji began, his voice low and measured.The intensity in Wangji's tone caught Wei Ying off guard."Oh gosh, you ARE!" Wei Ying exclaimed, his eyes widening in astonishment."Wei Ying, can we talk after the lesson?" Wangji asked."Sure, I guess. But HOW? I mean..." He gestured awkwardly to Wangji's physical form."I am a god. I can go where I want," Wangji replied simply, leaving no room for further explanation.Wei Ying's mouth opened and closed a few times, as if he was struggling to find the right words. Finally, he nodded, a hint of wonder and trepidation in his expression."Alright, after class, then." He paused, a mischievous glint returning to his eyes. "Though I have to say, I never imagined the Sandman would be so... stoic."Wangji's lips twitched, the barest hint of a smile. "You haven't changed, Wei Ying."The bell rang, signaling the end of the break, and the two men turned their attention back to the front of the classroom. Wangji could feel the weight of their impending conversation, the questions and revelations that were sure to come. When the lecture drew to a close, Wangji quietly motioned for Sizhui to wait outside with Yèlíng. He withheld from Sizhui the revelation that Yèlíng was none other than Wei Ying himself. Though Sizhui had fond memories of Wei Ying's character, his face had faded from the boy's memory over time. Wangji felt it prudent to withhold this information until he had gauged how the impending conversation with Wei Ying would unfold.With the classroom emptied of students, Wangji approached the teacher's desk with measured steps."Lady Qingyang," he greeted with a respectful bow."Hanguang Jun," she reciprocated, rising to acknowledge him. "I anticipated this meeting would come to pass, especially with Senior Wei's return.""Has he been attending class here for long?" Wangji inquired."It's been some time, indeed. Senior Wei has persevered through this course for three years, yet the elusive grasp of success eludes him," she explained. "As you've likely discerned, he retains no recollection of our world or those within it, including yourself. His true identity remains a mystery to him," she added with a tinge of regret."I understand," Wangji responded thoughtfully, absorbing her words. He was struck by the depth of her understanding of Wei Ying's plight. "He made attempts to locate you upon your departure. Wei Ying held concerns for your well-being and sought to make contact, albeit unsuccessfully.""I wanted to vanish completely from there. I apologize if it caused him concern," she expressed, her tone tinged with regret. "However, Hanguang Jun must refrain from pressing him to remember. His memory has been tampered with, and if coerced, he may not withstand the strain," she added apologetically.Wangji nodded solemnly, his expression grave. "I will tread carefully, Lady Qingyang. The safety and well-being of Wei Ying are my utmost priorities.""I know, Hanguang Jun. I trust you to handle this delicate situation with the utmost care," she replied, her eyes conveying a silent plea for understanding."Hmm... I can remain for a while, but he must recollect," Wangji sighed. "Lady Qingyang, Wei Ying would spare no effort to jog my memory if our roles were reversed. There are risks, and I will consider them, but I cannot allow him to lead a life that isn't truly his. He hasn't seen his sister in some time. I visit her daily on his behalf, but..." he trailed off, opting not to delve into further detail. Wangji was a man of few words, and while Wei Ying's absence had prompted him to express himself more freely, he remained reticent in such situations and had no desire to make them a regular occurrence."Let me assist. Hanguang Jun has aided me on numerous occasions, as has Senior Wei. I wish to repay the favor," she offered with a warm smile."Hmm. Thank you," Wangji acknowledged before bowing once more and exiting the classroom.Wei Ying and Sizhui stood side by side, engaged in hushed conversation, when Wangji finally joined them."Hanguang Jun!" Sizhui's voice betrayed his concern.Wangji offered him a reassuring nod. "It's fine. Let's go have lunch now. Yèlíng, would you care to join us?" he asked, addressing Wei Ying, who looked surprised that Wangji hadn't used his name "Wei Ying"."Sure! I'm starving! If I don't get to eat food right now, I might faint!" Wei Ying exclaimed dramatically, placing a hand over his head.As they made their way to the campus cafeteria, Wangji couldn't help but observe the familiar mannerisms and energy that radiated from Wei Ying. Despite the years that had passed and the veil of forgetfulness that shrouded his memories, the essence of the man Wangji had once known remained. This realization filled him with a bittersweet mix of emotions – relief at having found his long-lost lover, tempered by the knowledge that Wei Ying's recollection of their shared history had been erased."Hmm, we better hurry then," Wangji remarked, suppressing a fond smile.With a light-hearted atmosphere surrounding them, they made their way towards the university cafeteria. The corridors were bustling with students heading to their next classes or taking breaks between lectures.As they walked, Sizhui glanced between Wangji and Wei Ying, a curious expression on his face. "Hanguang Jun, who is Yèlíng? I don't think I've heard of him before."Wangji glanced at Wei Ying before answering, his commitment to honesty outweighing any reluctance he had about revealing the truth to Sizhui before speaking to Wei Ying. Lying was forbidden in Cloud Recesses, and Wangji had no intention of deviating from that principle. "Yèlíng is actually Wei Ying," he said, his voice steady and unwavering, "but he has lost all his memories. Please be patient with him, Sizhui." His words carried a weight of solemnity, reflecting the seriousness of the situation and the need for understanding.Sizhui nodded and didn't press the matter further for now. Reaching the cafeteria, they joined the queue, the aroma of various dishes filling the air. Wei Ying's eyes lit up as he surveyed the options, his hunger seemingly forgotten in his excitement.As they approached the food counter, Wangji made a mental note to ensure that Wei Ying's favorite dishes were included in their meal. He glanced at Sizhui, who seemed lost in thought, perhaps contemplating the revelation about Yèlíng's true identity.The familiar sights and smells of the cafeteria stirred a sense of nostalgia within Wangji. He could almost imagine Wei Ying's infectious laughter and playful banter filling the air, just as it had in the past in the Jingshi. Yet, the knowledge that Wei Ying now lacked those cherished memories cast a bittersweet shadow over the moment.After selecting their meals, they found a table and settled down, the chatter of other students filling the air. Wangji watched as Wei Ying eagerly dug into his food, his appetite seemingly insatiable. It was a simple moment, yet it held a profound significance for Wangji—a moment of normalcy amidst the chaos of their lives.Wangji couldn't help but steal glances at Wei Ying as they ate, his heart filled with a mixture of emotions—gratitude, longing, and a hint of sadness. He knew that their reunion was bittersweet, overshadowed by the uncertainties of Wei Ying's lost memories and the challenges they would face ahead.But for now, in this fleeting moment, Wangji allowed himself to savor the company of his lover, cherishing the warmth and companionship they had always shared."Are you always this silent during meals?? it's so quiet!" Wei Ying said, smiling."Hm," Wangji hummed."Speaking during meals is forbidden," Sizhui said, as if explaining the situation.Wei Ying laughed, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Forbidden? Well, that's no fun! We're not in class anymore, are we?" He nudged Wangji playfully, his grin infectious.Wangji couldn't help but smile in return, the corners of his lips lifting despite himself. "Wei Ying can talk," he conceded, feeling a sense of lightness in Wei Ying's presence.The familiar banter and Wei Ying's infectious energy were a balm to Wangji's soul, reminding him of the carefree days they had once shared. Though the circumstances were vastly different now, Wangji cherished this moment of respite, where he could simply enjoy Wei Ying's company without thinking about anything else. Wangji made a conscious effort to engage in the conversation, allowing Wei Ying's enthusiasm to draw him out of his usual reticence. The sound of Wei Ying's laughter and the sight of his bright smile filled Wangji with a sense of hope, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was still light to be found.Sizhui chuckled softly, shaking his head. "It's just a tradition, Wei-gongzi. But you would always talk anyway," he added playfully.With that permission granted, Wei Ying started talking and asking questions. Thankfully, Wangji had finished his meal, so he slowly answered those he could."So your clan, is it a clan? " Wangji nodded. "Okay, so your clan has like 3,000 rules?! How does anyone survive there?!" Wei Ying asked, but before Wangji could answer, he continued, "So are you what, his mentor? His teacher?" he asked again, pointing at Sizhui."Sizhui is my son," Wangji simply said.Wei Ying's eyes widened in surprise, his playful demeanor faltering for a moment as he processed Wangji's words. "Your son?" he echoed, his voice tinged with disbelief.Wangji nodded, a hint of pride in his expression. "Yes, he is.""That's... wow," Wei Ying exclaimed, a mixture of awe and admiration evident in his tone. "I had no idea. He's lucky to have you as a father, Hanguang Jun."Wangji's lips quirked up into a small smile at the unexpected compliment. "Thank you, Wei Ying. I adopted him when he was young."Wei Ying's eyes sparkled with curiosity as he leaned in, hanging onto Wangji's every word. "Your world seems so amazing!" he exclaimed finally, a sense of wonder coloring his tone.Wangji felt a pang of regret, knowing that Wei Ying had once been a part of that world, only to have his memories erased. He longed to share more, to rekindle the connection they had once shared, but he knew he must tread carefully, lest he overwhelm Wei Ying with the weight of their shared history."There is much you have yet to discover," Wangji replied, his voice soft and measured. "But for now, let us simply enjoy this moment."Wei Ying nodded, his enthusiasm undimmed, and the three of them continued their meal in a comfortable silence, punctuated by Wei Ying's occasional questions and Sizhui's gentle explanations. Wangji observed them both, his heart swelling with a mixture of hope and trepidation.After a while, Wei Ying's expression softened, a hint of nostalgia clouding his features. "You guys seem so convinced it was me, but I don't remember it, and I'm really not sure you got it right," he murmured, a wistful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Maybe one day, I'll remember it all if it truly is the case."Wangji nodded, a silent promise echoing in his heart. "Perhaps," he agreed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Perhaps one day."I'll help you remember, Wei Ying, Wangji thought, his vow silent but resolute, the reminder of Luo Qingyang's caution fresh in his mind. He wouldn't push Wei Ying too hard to remember, but he would work on it slowly. Now that he had found him, Wangji would never let him slip away again. He wouldn't repeat the same mistake of blindly believing that something must be done just because someone else said so.Wangji observed Wei Ying lost in contemplation, his gaze distant, as if grappling with an inner conflict. There was a gravity to Wei Ying's words, a weightiness that hung in the air, revealing the depth of his internal struggle."We'll proceed at your pace," Wangji reassured, his hand gently resting on Wei Ying's shoulder. "You needn't rush anything. Together, we'll uncover your memories, Wei Ying." Wangji didn't want to scare Wei Ying; he tried reassuring him instead.Sizhui, who had been quietly observing the exchange, reached across the table and gave Wei Ying's hand a gentle squeeze. "We're here for you, Wei-gongzi," he said, his youthful face filled with empathy.As they finished their meal, Wangji felt a renewed sense of determination. He would tread carefully, respecting Wei Ying's pace and boundaries, but he would never give up on helping him reclaim the life and memories that had been stolen from him. With Luo Qingyang's guidance and Sizhui's unwavering support, Wangji was confident that they could navigate this delicate path forward, one step at a time.Wei Ying met Wangji's gaze, skepticism flickering in his eyes. "Hanguang Jun," he began tentatively, "I appreciate your faith, but I'm not convinced... about who you think I am."Wangji's smile remained gentle, unwavering. "Lan Zhan or Lan Wangji," he said, and seeing the look of wonder on Wei Ying's face, he added, "Please call me either Lan Zhan or Wangji." His voice was calm and reassuring. "And do not worry about that; we'll navigate this together regardless."Wei Ying nodded, a small smile appearing on his face. It was a fragile smile, tinged with uncertainty, but it held a glimmer of what Wangji recognized as trust."Lan Zhan," Wei Ying said, testing the name on his lips. "It has a nice ring to it." He paused, his gaze shifting between Wangji and Sizhui. "And you're both important to him...me, aren't you?"Wangji nodded, his heart swelling with a mixture of hope and tenderness. "Yes, Wei Ying. We are," he replied, his voice soft and sincere.Sizhui looked warmly at Wei Ying, "Senior Wei, will surely remember us on his own time. We are glad you are well, it is the most important," he said. Wei Ying looked a bit uneasy, but he still nodded shyly. Wangji had never seen him act this way. Wei Ying had never been the shy one; he was loud, fun, and outgoing."Wei Ying," Wangji said softly, his voice carrying a note of reassurance, "we may not have all the answers now, but we will find them together. Trust in our bond, in our shared journey, and if you can't, then trust me if you can."Wei Ying's smile widened ever so slightly, a spark of warmth igniting in his eyes. "Okay, Lan Zhan," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll try to trust you."As Sizhui's comforting words washed over them, Wei Ying's unease seemed to ease slightly, replaced by a sense of warmth emanating from his newfound companions. Yet, a shadow of doubt still lingered in his eyes, a testament to the uncertainty clouding his mind.Wangji watched Wei Ying closely, his heart heavy with the weight of their shared past and the unknown future that lay ahead. He understood Wei Ying's struggle, the daunting task of reclaiming lost memories, and the fear of confronting a truth that may reshape his entire identity."Wei Ying," Wangji repeated, his voice gentle yet firm, "our bond transcends time and memory. Even if the past remains elusive, our connection endures. Together, we will navigate this journey, step by step."Wei Ying's gaze met Wangji's, a flicker of determination shining through the uncertainty. "I'll try," he murmured, his voice tinged with both vulnerability and resolve. "I'll try to trust you, Lan Zhan."Wangji felt a surge of hope at Wei Ying's words, a glimmer of the man he once knew shining through the veil of forgetfulness. Reaching out, Wangji gently placed his hand on Wei Ying's shoulder, a silent gesture of reassurance and solidarity. "That is all I ask, Wei Ying. We will face this together, one step at a time." ¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝓔𝓝𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 21¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸
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At the end of the day, Wangji and Sizhui accompanied Wei Ying and his brother back to Wei Ying's apartment. The bustling streets throbbed with life, a vibrant tapestry of sights, sounds, and sensations. Car horns blared amidst the constant hum of conversation, their echoing reverberations vibrating through the air. The aroma of sizzling street food wafted temptingly from nearby stalls, mingling with the scent of exhaust fumes and the earthy smell of rain-soaked pavement. Vendors hawked their wares with fervor, their voices rising and falling in a melodic rhythm that added to the lively cacophony of the city. Neon signs bathed the throngs of people navigating the crowded sidewalks in a kaleidoscope of colors, casting an otherworldly glow over the scene and illuminating the faces of passersby with an electric intensity.As they traversed the vibrant streets, each step Wangji took felt like a battle against himself. The bustling atmosphere around him only served to amplify the turmoil raging within. Amidst the symphony of sounds and scents, he couldn't escape the overwhelming conflict churning in his mind.Glancing at Wei Ying, Wangji felt a pang of longing mixed with guilt. Wei Ying's laughter, so carefree and infectious, tugged at Wangji's heartstrings, reminding him of what he desired most. It was a desire not just for companionship, but for something deeper, something he dared not name. The warmth that blossomed within him at the sight of Wei Ying's smile was countered by the cold reality of their circumstances.The weight of Wei Ying's forgotten memories pressed down on Wangji's shoulders, a heavy burden that threatened to bow him beneath its weight. His steps faltered slightly, each movement a struggle against the invisible chains of guilt and regret that bound him. How could he allow himself to yearn for closeness when the foundation of their bond was eroded by Wei Ying's lost memories?Despite the pulsing yearning in his veins, Wangji found himself frozen in place, trapped by the tendrils of fear coiling around his heart. The mere thought of rejection from Wei Ying sent a chill racing down his spine, paralyzing him with the dread of potential consequences. What if their fragile camaraderie shattered under the weight of his unspoken desires, leaving behind only fractured remnants of what could have been?Yet, amidst the chaos of his inner turmoil, Wangji couldn't ignore the magnetic pull drawing him inexorably towards Wei Ying. It defied all reason, a force beyond his control that compelled him to step closer, even as his mind screamed warnings of the dangers ahead. As they walked side by side, their worlds intersecting yet remaining divided by the chasm of their unspoken truths, Wangji couldn't help but wonder if he would ever summon the courage to break free from the shackles of duty and embrace the tumultuous path laid out before him.Sizhui's voice cut through Wangji's contemplation, drawing his gaze. "Hanguangjun , you seem preoccupied. Is everything alright?"Wangji's lips tightened, a subtle attempt to conceal the tumult swirling within. "I'm fine, Sizhui. Just lost in thought."Sizhui's perceptive eyes lingered on Wangji, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken turmoil. "If you ever need someone to listen, I'm here," he offered softly, falling into step beside Wangji once more.The words hung in the air, a silent invitation to open up, but Wangji remained reticent. His thoughts churned, a tempest of desire and duty warring within him. He knew he should focus on his duty as a god, on ensuring Wei Ying's safety and finding the truth about his memories above all else. But the longing in his heart refused to be silenced, a relentless ache that consumed his every thought.Wei Ying's voice pulled him from his introspection, drawing his attention back to the present. "See Lan Zhan, didn't I tell you Jiang Cheng is just a grumpy child?!" Wei Ying's eyes sparkled with mischief as he nudged Wangji playfully.Wangji's gaze flickered to where Jiang Cheng walked ahead of them, his expression stoic, yet there was a tension in his shoulders that betrayed his true feelings. Wangji understood Jiang Cheng's protective instincts, his desire to shield Wei Ying from any potential harm. But the scrutiny in Jiang Cheng's eyes weighed heavily on Wangji, who had always hated being the center of attention.He forced a small nod in response to Wei Ying's comment, his throat tight with unspoken words. How could he explain the turmoil that raged within him, the battle between duty and desire that threatened to consume him? He longed to reach out to Wei Ying, to confess the depth of his feelings, but the words remained lodged in his throat, unspoken and unresolved.And so, Wangji walked in silence, his heart heavy with the weight of his conflicting emotions. The bustling streets blurred around him, a backdrop to the inner turmoil that raged within. He knew that he should focus on finding the reasons behind the memory loss that separated them. But as Wei Ying's laughter filled the air once more, Wangji couldn't help but wonder if he would ever find the courage to follow his heart.As they approached Wei Ying's apartment building, Wangji's gaze softened, capturing every detail of the carefree laughter dancing across Wei Ying's face. The lines of worry that had etched themselves there were momentarily erased by genuine joy, painting a fleeting portrait of happiness amidst the backdrop of their shared concerns. Despite the lingering tension with Jiang Cheng, the mere presence of Wei Ying enveloped Wangji in a comforting warmth that he held dear, a beacon of solace in the midst of uncertainty.The building loomed tall against the backdrop of the city, its weathered brick facade adorned with climbing ivy that cascaded down in verdant waves, as if nature itself sought to reclaim the urban landscape. Soft tendrils of jasmine perfumed the air, their delicate fragrance mingling with the faint scent of rain that lingered from earlier in the day, evoking memories of simpler times and gentler rains. The distant hum of traffic provided a steady rhythm to the bustling urban symphony, a constant reminder of the vibrant heartbeat of the city, while the occasional chirping of crickets hidden among the lush foliage added a whimsical melody to the evening air."Wei Ying," Wangji spoke softly, his voice carrying a subtle undercurrent of concern that echoed through the evening air, "please take care. If you need anything, do not hesitate to reach out."Wei Ying turned to face him, his eyes reflecting a myriad of emotions, gratitude shimmering alongside a flicker of something Wangji couldn't quite decipher. Was it hesitation, masked by a veneer of appreciation? Or perhaps a shadow of sadness, concealed beneath the surface of his sincere gratitude? The uncertainty gnawed at Wangji's insides, a knot of worry tightening in his chest, each beat of his heart echoing the silent plea for reassurance."Thank you, Lan Zhan," Wei Ying's response was earnest, his voice carrying a weight of sincerity that resonated with Wangji, anchoring him amidst the swirling currents of doubt and concern. "I appreciate your concern."With a nod, Wangji bid them farewell, his gaze lingering on Wei Ying's retreating figure until they disappeared into the dimly lit foyer of the apartment building. As the door closed behind them, a sense of unease settled over Wangji, mingling with the residual warmth of their brief exchange like shadows dancing in the flickering light. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was more beneath the surface, hidden depths of emotion waiting to be unearthed, tendrils of uncertainty reaching out to ensnare them both. And until then, Wangji vowed to remain vigilant, ever watchful over Wei Ying's well-being.Under the shroud of night, as Sizhui drifted into peaceful slumber, Wangji found himself ensnared in a tempest of emotions, each one a shard of his intricate past piercing his present reality with searing intensity. Memories, both bitter and sweet, surged within him like a relentless tide, driving his longing for Wei Ying with a force that threatened to overwhelm him.Among the fragments of his recollections, one memory stood out vividly—a moment of unbridled laughter shared under the shade of a blossoming tree, the warmth of Wei Ying's presence enveloping him like a comforting embrace. They had been carefree then, their hearts unburdened by the weight of the world, lost in the simple joy of each other's company. But as the memory replayed in his mind's eye, Wangji couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt twist in the depths of his soul.He remembered the warnings, the ominous whispers of danger that Wei Ying had voiced against Odin, and yet he had allowed himself to be lulled into complacency. He had failed to heed the signs, failed to protect Wei Ying when it mattered most. The guilt gnawed at him relentlessly, a constant reminder of his perceived failure, of the moments where he believed he could have acted differently, could have prevented the heartache that now plagued them both.As Wangji's thoughts spiraled, he found solace in action. Harnessing his divine abilities, he summoned delicate butterflies, their spectral wings enveloping him soundlessly as they whisked him through the darkness. With each movement, each flicker of his fingers, he sought to push aside the weight of his guilt, if only for a moment.And then, with practiced precision, he materialized before Wei Ying's apartment door, his heart thrumming with anticipation and uncertainty. The physical manifestation of his resolve stood before him, a tangible reminder of the path he had chosen to tread.As he stood before Wei Ying's door, his hand trembling ever so slightly, Wangji knew that the path ahead would not be easy. The pull of desire was powerful, drawing him closer to Wei Ying with every beat of his heart, but he understood that true love was not just about giving in to temptation—it was about sacrifice, about putting the needs of the ones we love above our own desires.With a steadying breath, Wangji pushed aside the tumult of his emotions, focusing instead on the greater purpose that lay before him. He stood before the door, his hand poised to knock, his mind torn asunder by conflicting desires. On one hand, reason urged him to leave, to respect Wei Ying's privacy and allow him the space he needed to reclaim his memories. Yet, on the other hand, an undeniable yearning stirred within him, a longing to see Wei Ying's face once more, to reassure himself that Wei Ying was safe and unharmed.As he listened intently for any signs of disturbance within the apartment, a wave of uncertainty washed over him. Should he knock? Should he intrude upon Wei Ying's solitude, knowing full well that his presence could disrupt the fragile peace that Wei Ying had painstakingly crafted for himself?But then, amidst the chaos of his thoughts, a quiet determination took root within him. He couldn't ignore the instinct that drove him to protect Wei Ying, to ensure his safety at all costs. With a steadying breath, he set about reinforcing the wards around the door, subtle protections that would serve as a shield against any potential threats.With his task complete, Wangji prepared to depart, his hand hovering over the door, ready to retreat into the shadows once more. Yet, despite his best intentions, an inexplicable force compelled him to linger. His feet hesitated, rooted to the ground as if tethered by an invisible bond to the man behind the door.And then, against his better judgment, his hand moved of its own accord, the soft sound of his knuckles rapping against the wood echoing in the stillness of the night. Each knock reverberated through him like a drumbeat.After a few tense moments, the door finally swung open, revealing Wei Ying standing on the threshold, his appearance a stark contrast to the composed figure Wangji had seen during the day. Wei Ying's hair was tousled, strands falling haphazardly across his forehead, and his clothes were rumpled, as though he had tossed and turned in restless sleep. But it was the uncertainty etched upon his features that struck Wangji the most—the furrow of his brow, the hesitant curve of his lips, the flicker of doubt in his eyes.And in that fleeting moment, as their eyes met across the threshold, Wangji knew that his decision to knock had been the right one. For despite the disheveled appearance and the uncertainty that clouded Wei Ying's expression, there was a flicker of recognition in his eyes, a spark of connection that ignited a glimmer of hope within Wangji's heart.Wei Ying's voice was barely a whisper, filled with a mixture of surprise and disbelief. "Lan Zhan?"Wangji met Wei Ying's gaze, his own expression unreadable yet tinged with a hint of longing. The faint scent of incense lingered in the air, mingling with the warmth radiating from the room. "Wei Ying," he responded softly, his heart skipping a beat at the sound of his name on Wei Ying's lips.Wei Ying's smile brightened, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes as he quickly glanced left and right. Without hesitation, he grabbed Wangji's arm and pulled him into the apartment, the door closing softly behind them, sealing them in their own little world. The gentle hum of the air conditioning whispered through the room."Lan Zhan! You're so wild! Waiting for me to be alone before coming to my house!" Wei Ying's voice rang with delight, devoid of any anger. The situation seemed to amuse him, and relief washed over Wangji at the sight, a weight lifted from his shoulders knowing that Wei Ying was safe."I wanted to be sure you were safe," Wangji offered, his tone gentle, his words a silent plea for understanding, for forgiveness for the times he hadn't been able to ensure it before. The soft rustle of fabric filled the air as Wei Ying moved closer, his presence a comforting anchor in the midst of Wangji's guilt."Lan Zhan, my savior! That's so sweet of you!" Wei Ying exclaimed, his grin widening, and Wangji's heart swelled with warmth at the endearment. The faint scent of Wei Ying's cologne lingered in the air, a familiar and comforting aroma that wrapped around Wangji like a warm embrace."I used my powers to arrive. No one saw. Wei Ying doesn't need to worry about being found out," Wangji explained, wanting to reassure him, to ease any lingering doubts that Wei Ying might harbor. The weight of his words hung in the air, as he waited for Wei Ying's answer."That's very kind of you! I appreciate it, Lan Zhan!" Wei Ying responded warmly, his eyes reflecting genuine gratitude, and Wangji felt a surge of relief knowing that his efforts hadn't gone unnoticed, that Wei Ying probably understood the lengths he would go to for him, only for him. The warmth of Wei Ying's smile filled the room, banishing the shadows of doubt that had lingered in Wangji's heart."Oh, but sit down, Lan Zhan. Do you want something to drink? Orange juice? Beer?" Wei Ying asked, gesturing towards the seating area, as he made his way to the kitchen. The soft clink of glasses echoed through the room as Wei Ying moved to fetch refreshments. It was so domestic, he would love to experience this all the time. Coming home to Wei Ying, being in the same room as him, eating, drinking and doing everything else with Wei Ying.For a split second, he nearly agreed to drink beer, but then he remembered his alcohol tolerance and said "I do not drink alcohol," instead in a quiet, calm manner. It is true; he doesn't drink. Alcohol is forbidden in Cloud Recesses, and Wangji has no tolerance for it, nor does he wish to have any as he hates the taste and smell of it. His refusal is a reflection of his personal values, but also the one of his sect. He upheld it even in moments of relaxation."Oh, then tea? Coffee?" Wei Ying continued, offering alternatives, his concern for Wangji's comfort evident in his every word. Wangji could see Wei Ying fidgeting from where he stood; it was evident he was trying to accommodate Wangji and his preferences."Tea would be good," Wangji replied with a small nod, grateful for Wei Ying's thoughtfulness, as he smiled at him. The soft gurgle of boiling water filled the air as Wei Ying busied himself with preparations, the rhythmic sound a soothing melody that wrapped around Wangji like a comforting embrace. Watching Wei Ying work was like watching the sun, warm and bright. His mere presence in the room filled it with warmth like sunlight breaking through clouds, soft and enjoyable.Soon enough, the aroma of freshly brewed tea wafted through the air, carrying with it a sense of comfort and familiarity that eased the tension coiling in Wangji's chest.As Wei Ying moved around the cozy kitchen, the atmosphere felt comfortably lived-in, like an old friend's embrace. Wangji's gaze wandered, taking in the subtle details that adorned the space. Trinkets and mementos adorned the shelves and countertops, each with its own tale to tell. A faded postcard pinned to the fridge, a collection of mismatched mugs hanging from hooks, and a well-worn couch adorned with colorful throws—all spoke volumes about the person who called this place home.Wangji resisted the urge to straighten a crooked frame or tidy up a stack of papers, realizing that these imperfections were what made the apartment uniquely Wei Ying's. It was a reflection of his vibrant personality, a testament to the life he had lived and the adventures he had embarked upon.Returning with two cups of tea, Wei Ying placed one before Wangji with a warm smile, the steam rising in lazy tendrils. Settling into the seat across from Wangji, he watched him with curious eyes, as if trying to decipher the emotions hidden beneath his calm exterior."Lan Zhan," Wei Ying began tentatively, his voice soft, carrying a weight of uncertainty. His fingers toyed nervously with the edge of his sleeve, the fabric slipping slightly beneath his touch, a futile attempt to quell the restless energy coursing through him. The clamminess of his palms, that he kept rubbing on his clothes, was a stark contrast to the cool surface of his skin."I know you said someone has tampered with my memories to change them, but... this is all I know." Each word hung in the air like a delicate thread, trembling with the weight of unspoken fears and doubts. Wei Ying's voice quivered with emotion, the slight tremor betraying the storm that was probably raging beneath the surface.He paused, his chest tightening with each heartbeat, as if the rhythm of his own pulse echoed the tumult of his thoughts. Searching for the right words, his brows furrowed in frustration, a crease forming between them as he struggled to articulate his thoughts. "I mean, I don't ever remember being a god, let alone everything else." The words tumbled from his lips in a rush, his voice wavering with uncertainty as he grappled with the fragments of his lost memories.Wei Ying's eyes darted away for a moment, seeking refuge in the safety of avoidance before reluctantly returning to meet Wangji's gaze. The vulnerability in his expression was palpable, a silent plea for Wangji to understand him, or maybe to be reassuring or probably both towards him."I feel like I'm cheating you with my resemblance of..." His voice trailed off, swallowed by the weight of his own uncertainty, hands trailing up and down his body to show himself, his shoulders slumping under the burden of his words. Each syllable hung in the air like a heavy fog, obscuring the clarity he sought.Wangji listened intently, his heart heavy with empathy for the man before him. He could sense the inner conflict raging within Wei Ying, the struggle to reconcile his fragmented memories with the reality he now faced. Yet, despite the uncertainty and confusion, there was a glimmer of trust in Wei Ying's eyes, as if he knew Wangji would not hurt him. "You're not cheating anyone, Wei Ying," Wangji responded softly, his voice carrying a note of reassurance. The lamplight in the room cast a warm glow, enveloping them in a cocoon of gentle illumination. "Memories can be manipulated, but the essence of who you are remains unchanged. You may not remember your past as a god, but you still possess the same kindness, courage, and resilience that define you."Wei Ying's gaze softened, his expression reflecting a mix of vulnerability and curiosity. "Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan! How can you be so sure, hm? What if I'm just a mere copy?" he spoke, a touch of uncertainty creeping into his voice. The soft rustle of fabric filled the air as he shifted in his seat, his fingers tracing absent-minded patterns on the tabletop. "You believe it so much that sometimes I wish it is true just so you won't be sad learning the truth," he confessed, his tone tinged with a hint of self-doubt.Wangji reached out, cradling Wei Ying's hand in his, the warmth of their touch a silent reassurance amidst the uncertainty. The sensation of their intertwined fingers sent a ripple of comfort through him, grounding him in the present moment. "I know. I can feel your godly essence inside of you, Wei Ying. That is you, even if you do not remember it. I promise you, I'll help you remember it. All of the things you seem to have lost, I'll bring them back to you.""You can feel it? Like, really?" Wei Ying's eyes widened in surprise, a glimmer of hope flickering in their depths."Yes, that's why I know I am not mistaken. Wei Ying has always been drawn to the human realm, so it's not surprising that you've chosen to hide here. But I'm curious to understand why and from whom you are hiding," Wangji remarked, his tone thoughtful yet probing, his gaze steady as he searched for answers in the depths of Wei Ying's eyes."So, you will help me figure it all out? Will you then stay by my side? I feel safe when you are here. It's strange, right? I've just met you, but I don't know," Wei Ying's voice quieted down, his uncertainty palpable, his gaze searching Wangji's face for reassurance."Always," Wangji murmured, his heart swelling with a profound sense of determination. "We'll find the truth together, Wei Ying. No matter how long it takes. I'll always be by your side, forever.""Okay! Yeah, good, that's... that's very good. Will you stay a bit tonight? Let's watch something!" Wei Ying exclaimed, his usual joyful character returning, a hint of excitement in his voice to mask the tension that had build up from their conversation."I'll stay as long as you wish me to," Wangji affirmed, his tone soft but resolute."What about your son? Will he be alright alone?" Wei Ying asked, a hint of concern in his voice. "Sorry, I forgot you had a child to care for. It's probably not good for me to keep you here.""Sizhui is very capable of defending himself. He's strong, he'll be fine for tonight," Wangji reassured him, his voice gentle yet firm, his thoughts already drifting to the precious time he would spend with Wei Ying tonight.They settled on the couch, each occupying a far end. Wei Ying selected a crime show Wangji hadn't heard of, something about serial killers, and they watched in silence. As the show progressed, Wangji sensed Wei Ying inching closer with each passing minute.As the show progressed, the tension of the crime drama began to dissipate, replaced by a comfortable stillness between them. Despite his initial reservations about the genre, Wangji found himself drawn into the storyline, his attention captivated by the unfolding mystery. Beside him, Wei Ying seemed equally engrossed, occasionally gasping or muttering under his breath at the twists and turns of the plot.Gradually, the weariness of the day began to catch up with Wei Ying. His eyelids grew heavy, and his body leaned unconsciously against Wangji's side. Sensing his fatigue, Wangji adjusted his position slightly, allowing Wei Ying to rest more comfortably against him.As the minutes ticked by, Wangji felt a profound sense of peace settle over him. In the soft glow of the television, with Wei Ying's warmth seeping into his side, he felt a contentment he hadn't known in a long time. This closeness, this shared moment of quiet companionship, was something he cherished deeply.Eventually, Wei Ying's breathing grew steady and even, his head coming to rest against Wangji's shoulder as sleep claimed him. With gentle care, Wangji reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Wei Ying's ear, his touch feather-light so as not to disturb his slumber.In the quiet of the room, Wangji found himself watching over Wei Ying, a sense of protectiveness swelling within him. He marveled at the beauty of the man sleeping soundly beside him, his features softened in repose. It was moments like these, moments of simple intimacy and trust, that Wangji treasured above all else.He remained still for a long time, unwilling to disturb Wei Ying's peaceful slumber. But as the night wore on, he knew it was time to move. With great care, Wangji shifted his position, gently lifting Wei Ying into his arms. Cradling him close, he carried him to the bedroom, laying him down on the bed with utmost tenderness.As he watched Wei Ying sleep, a sense of gratitude washed over Wangji. Despite the trials they faced, despite the uncertainties of the future, he was grateful for this moment of closeness, for the chance to protect and care for the man he loved. However, he knew it was time to depart. With a silent invocation of his powers, he enveloped himself in the gentle embrace of the butterflies once more. The familiar surroundings of Wei Ying's apartment gradually faded into darkness as he was transported back to his own home.When he opened his eyes, he found himself standing in the middle of his living room. The transition was seamless, the quiet of the night enveloping him like a comforting blanket. With a sense of purpose, he made his way to Sizhui's bedroom, where his son lay sleeping soundly, undisturbed by the events of the night. Wangji lingered for a moment, a feeling of profound gratitude washing over him as he watched over his son's peaceful form.Reassured of Sizhui's safety, Wangji returned to his own room. Though the night stretched ahead of him, filled with longing for Wei Ying's presence, he found solace in the memory of their time together. As he settled into bed, the image of Wei Ying's face lingered in his mind, a beacon of warmth and love in the darkness. With a contented sigh, Wangji closed his eyes, drifting into a peaceful slumber with thoughts of his beloved lingering in his heart. ¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝓔𝓝𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 22¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸
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The room was bathed in the soft morning glow as the sun hung low in the sky. Lan Wangji lay in quiet contemplation, his mind drifting to memories of the night shared with Wei Ying. Even in their separation, he felt their bond persisting like an unbreakable thread tethering their hearts together.Gazing out the window, Wangji couldn't shake the yearning that stirred within him. He craved Wei Ying's warmth, his laughter, the gentle touch of his hand. The recollection of their time together danced in his mind like a cherished melody, bringing him both solace and longing. How he wished for those mornings to be spent waking up with Wei Ying beside him. If it meant keeping Wei Ying by his side, Wangji was willing to carve out a new life in the human world. If Wei Ying hesitated to return, Wangji resolved they would remain here together.Yet, amidst the tranquility of the morning, a subtle unease lingered at the edge of Wangji's thoughts. The ease with which he had found Wei Ying troubled him. Shouldn't there have been obstacles, especially for someone who wished Wei Ying gone? The lack of interference from others, particularly fellow cultivators who surely knew of his absence from the Cloud Recesses, felt disconcerting.Furthermore, the mystery surrounding Wei Ying's lost memories weighed heavily on Wangji. He knew of only two individuals capable of altering memories without physical repercussions. Their absence only deepened his concern. Unraveling the truth would prove challenging, but Wangji was resolute in his determination to stand by Wei Ying's side, whatever the outcome.After rising from bed with a soft sigh, Wangji embarked on his morning routine. He meticulously dressed himself in his traditional attire, the fabric whispering against his skin with each movement. With deliberate grace, he washed his face and hands, the cool water refreshing his senses and clearing away the remnants of sleep.Downstairs, he found A-Yuan, already awake and preparing breakfast in the kitchen. A warm smile graced Wangji's lips as he observed his son's diligent efforts. Together, they shared a simple yet hearty meal in a comfortable silence. Their morning didn't change much from the times they were still inside the jingshi. A-Yuan had well adapt to the strict rules of the cloud recesses. As they finished their breakfast, Wangji poured them both cups of fragrant tea, the delicate aroma filling the air. Seated across from each other over their cups of tea, A-Yuan couldn't contain his curiosity any longer. "Baba, may I ask you something?" A-Yuan inquired, his eyes wide with earnestness.Wangji regarded his son with a gentle expression, welcoming his questions with an open heart. "Of course, A-Yuan. What's on your mind?"A-Yuan fidgeted with the rim of his teacup, a thoughtful expression knitting his brows. "I've noticed you've been spending a lot of time with Wei Ying lately," he began tentatively. "Is he... remembering you?"Wangji's gaze softened at the mention of Wei Ying, a tender warmth blooming in his chest. "Not yet, A-Yuan," he replied, his voice carrying a reassuring tone. "Wei Ying is still finding his memories, but I have faith that he will remember in due time. And when he does, he'll remember you as well. I promise.""I believe he will. I want to see you both happy," A-Yuan said, his sincerity shining through.Wangji paused, considering his response carefully. "Wei Ying holds a special place in my heart," he admitted, choosing his words with care. "But so do you, A-Yuan. You both bring immense joy into my life."A-Yuan nodded thoughtfully, absorbing his father's words. "I like Wei Ying," he confessed, a shy smile tugging at his lips. "He's funny and kind. And he always makes you happy, Baba."Wangji's heart swelled with pride at his son's perceptiveness. "Yes, he does," he agreed softly. "Wei Ying has a way of bringing light into our lives.""I know he does, just like you," A-Yuan smiled teasingly. "You're both my world, in different ways."Wangji's heart warmed at A-Yuan's teasing, his love for his son evident in his eyes."Yes, A-Yuan, Wei Ying was once my entire world," Wangji acknowledged softly, memories flooding his mind. "And now, having you in my life, my world has only grown brighter and more complete."A-Yuan beamed at his father's words, a sense of contentment washing over him. "I'm glad I'm a part of your world, Baba," he expressed earnestly, his eyes reflecting the deep bond they shared.Wangji reached across the table, taking A-Yuan's hand in his own. "And I'm grateful every day for you, A-Yuan," he affirmed, squeezing his son's hand gently. "Together, we'll create many more beautiful memories, with Wei Ying by our side. I won't let anything separate our family again.""And I'll help you!" A-Yuan beamed, his determination shining through.He smiled fondly at his son, offering a simple "hmm" in response before his phone buzzed. It was unusual for him to use technology; while it existed in the Cloud Recesses, it wasn't as prevalent or reliable as it was here. Wangji had never shown much interest in it. He was grateful for Wei Ying's persistent curiosity in the past, as it had taught Wangji how to use a phone. Now, he could easily manage one, and since Wei Ying was the only person with his number, the buzzing must be from him.Wei Ying's message was simple and straightforward: "Come to my apartment, same way as before. Something happened to my memories!"Lan Zhan rose to his feet, his expression shifting to one of concern. "A-Yuan, take care of yourself today. I need to go to Wei Ying," he said firmly. From his pocket, he retrieved another phone. "I was supposed to show you how to use this," he continued, handing it to A-Yuan. "But here it is. It's a phone. Try using it a bit. My number is in there, so if you need me, call me with that. Or you can use your magic to call out to mine, like I showed you before. Understood?""Do not worry, Baba, you just go. It seems urgent. I'll be fine," A-Yuan reassured with a smile.Wangji nodded once, his heart easing at his son's confidence, before disappearing using his butterflies again. When he appeared inside Wei Ying's apartment, he found the boy sitting on his couch pensively. Wei Ying stood up abruptly and threw himself into Wangji's arms, catching him off guard and throwing them both off balance. They tumbled to the floor, with Wangji ending up beneath Wei Ying."Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan!" Wei Ying exclaimed, holding onto him tightly."Wei Ying, what is wrong?" Lan Zhan asked, his concern evident in his voice as he hugged back."Lan Zhan, I dreamed of you last night," Wei Ying said, his voice muffled against Wangji's neck. His breath against Wangji's skin sent shivers down his back. Wangji remained focused on Wei Ying, encouraging him to continue with a soft "hmm.""Not just you, but it felt so real, like my body had experienced it before. I knew what would happen," Wei Ying continued in a rush. "I mean, it's like I've heard the words before," he added, his words tumbling out."Wei Ying, calm down. Let's sit and you can take your time to explain," Wangji interrupted gently, realizing Wei Ying was getting worked up. With careful movements, he slowly lifted them from the ground. Sensing that Wei Ying didn't resist, he then carried him bridal style to the couch and sat down, positioning Wei Ying so that he was cradled in Wangji's lap."What did Wei Ying dream about? Can you tell me?" Wangji asked softly, his concern etched in his tone."Lan Zhan!" Wei Ying slowly laid back to look at Wangji. "I dreamed of your confession under the moonlight, and our first kiss."Wangji smiled gently. "I see," he said, his heart warming at the memory."It was so sweet! Lan Zhan, you were so cute! I can't believe I can't remember that kiss," Wei Ying pouted, his expression filled with both fondness and frustration.Wangji chuckled softly at Wei Ying's playful pout, his affection evident in his gaze."It's okay, Wei Ying," Wangji reassured gently. "The memories will return in time. What matters is that we're together now."Wei Ying's smile remained, though a hint of confusion lingered in his eyes. "Yeah, you're right," he agreed warmly. "As long as we're together, everything will be fine. But I can't understand why I left. Why did I leave?""You went on a mission, then you disappeared. I don't know, Wei Ying. I'm sorry I failed to protect you before," Wangji replied, his voice tinged with regret."Lan Zhan! It's not your fault! We're together now. This feels so natural, like I've been held like this often, like my body is used to you and my heart beats fast when you are around. I still can't believe that I'm the god of the night, but it starts making sense," Wei Ying explained, his words trailing off."Hmm... Do you want to try your powers?" Wangji asked, a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes."To use them?" Wei Ying questioned, surprised.Wangji nodded, acknowledging Wei Ying's eagerness. He wasn't certain if Wei Ying could still tap into his powers after losing his memories, but they could attempt to find out."I'm not sure if you still have them, but we can try," he explained cautiously."Yes, I want to," Wei Ying responded, rising from Wangji's lap to sit opposite him. "Teach me," he requested, determination shining in his eyes."Your powers influence the night, allowing you to cast darkness even during daylight. However, we must be careful. These powers should only be used inside your apartment; you can't cast darkness over the whole world," Wangji explained gently."How do I do that? I don't even know how to use them!" Wei Ying said, his worry evident in his voice."Hmm. First, close your eyes and focus solely on your room," Wangji instructed.As Wei Ying closed his eyes and followed Wangji's guidance, Wangji continued, "Concentrate on the place where you want to cast darkness. Create a mental image of your furniture. Block out the external world and focus on one piece of furniture. You see it all in daylight, right?"Wei Ying nodded. "Then switch off the light. Imagine darkness surrounding each thing, envision the sunlight fading away," Wangji instructed further.Wangji looked around, holding his breath. He wasn't sure if Wei Ying's powers would work after such a long time, especially with his lost memories. But slowly, the light dimmed until the room was enveloped in darkness. Wangji couldn't see anything."Lan Zhan! I did it!" Wei Ying's laughter filled the room, and with it, the light returned."Good job!" Wangji smiled, his heart swelling with pride at Wei Ying's success.Before Wangji could react, Wei Ying leaped up in excitement. "I'm really the god of the night! Oh my gods!" he screamed, his voice filled with exhilaration.Wangji couldn't help but smile at Wei Ying's infectious enthusiasm. It was a moment of pure joy, witnessing Wei Ying rediscover his powers and embrace his identity as the god of the night. As Wei Ying danced around the room, reveling in his newfound realization, Wangji felt a sense of happiness wash over him."Yes, you are," Wangji affirmed softly, his voice filled with pride and admiration. "And you are amazing.""Lan Wangji, come here," Wei Ying said, extending his hand. Wangji gladly took it, feeling a warmth spread through him at the touch.Wei Ying tugged on his hand, causing Wangji to stumble closer. "Wei Ying," he chided gently, a smile playing on his lips."Yes?" Wei Ying replied, his smile radiant, his eyes shining brightly with happiness."Stop playing," Wangji said, his tone light, not truly meaning his words.Wei Ying's expression turned more serious as he looked into Wangji's eyes. "Can I kiss you?" he asked instead, his voice soft but filled with earnestness.Wangji's heart skipped a beat at Wei Ying's question, his gaze locked with Wei Ying's, feeling a rush of emotions swirling within him. He could sense the sincerity in Wei Ying's words, the longing in his eyes.For a moment, time seemed to stand still as Wangji contemplated Wei Ying's request. He could feel the warmth of Wei Ying's hand in his, the gentle pull drawing them closer together.Without a word, Wangji leaned in, closing the distance between them until their lips met in a soft, tender kiss. It was a moment filled with a mix of emotions—love, longing, and a sense of homecoming. The world around them faded into the background as they lost themselves in the moment, their hearts beating in perfect synchrony. Wangji's hand found its way to Wei Ying's cheek, his touch feather-light yet filled with an undeniable warmth.Their lips moved together in a gentle dance, each brush and caress speaking volumes of the love and longing they held for each other. It was a kiss that felt like coming home after a long journey, a reunion of souls that had been separated for far too long.As they parted, Wangji looked into Wei Ying's eyes, his own filled with affection. "Yes," he whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with certainty.Wei Ying's gaze was dazed, his smile wide and infectious as he returned to the present moment. "That's cheating," he whispered playfully, his arms wrapping around Wangji's neck, pulling him closer. Wangji's hands gently settled on Wei Ying's hips, drawing him nearer in response.As Wei Ying's eyes roamed over Wangji's face, lingering on his lips, he whispered, his breath warm against Wangji's skin, "I asked if I could kiss you. But you kissed me first." His tone held a teasing edge, accompanied by a mischievous glint in his eyes.Wangji nodded in acknowledgment, a soft smile playing on his lips. "It's my turn now," Wei Ying murmured against Wangji's lips before bridging the gap once more, their lips meeting in another tender kiss.As Wangji reveled in the warmth of Wei Ying's embrace and the sweetness of their kiss, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with happiness. He had anticipated a slow and gradual rekindling of their feelings, expecting to be friends for some time before Wei Ying's affection blossomed once more. Yet, here they were, embracing their love sooner than he had dared to hope.The realization filled Wangji's heart with joy and gratitude. To have Wei Ying's love reignited so swiftly and fiercely was a gift beyond measure. He cherished each moment they shared, grateful for the chance to love and be loved in return.When they parted once more, Wei Ying wore a satisfied smile on his lips. Wangji dared not speak, fearing he might ruin the moment."Lan Zhan, you taste just as sweet as in my dream," Wei Ying said, his smile widening."Wei Ying tastes even better," Wangji replied softly, his voice filled with warmth."Aiya! Warn a man before you say things like that, Lan Zhan! I nearly fainted! What would you have done then?" Wei Ying whined gently, playfully hitting Wangji's chest."I would catch Wei Ying if he fainted," Wangji said, his tone tender and reassuring."Stop, stop. Stay silent. Let me enjoy your warmth," Wei Ying insisted, his hands cradling Wangji's neck as he rested his head on Wangji's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.Wangji hugged Wei Ying by the waist, his arms encircling Wei Ying's body to keep him close. As Wei Ying lay there, he whispered softly, "If the face says nothing, listen to the heartbeat.""Wei Ying?" Wangji asked, curious about his sudden remark."It's something you said, right? 'If the face says nothing, listen to the heartbeat.' It came to my mind as I listened to your heartbeat," Wei Ying explained.Wangji hummed in acknowledgment, a faint smile touching his lips. "Yes, another distant memory. It was a time when I wasn't very good with words," he explained, reflecting on the past when he struggled to express his feelings for Wei Ying openly. He didn't say more, allowing the weight of their shared memories to linger in the quiet embrace."Is your son alright by himself once more?" Wei Ying suddenly expressed concern for A-Yuan."He's fine," Wangji assured him, knowing A-Yuan enjoyed his moments alone to pursue his own interests as a teenager."I feel so drawn to both of you, it's strange," Wei Ying admitted, his expression reflecting his confusion."Hmm," Wangji acknowledged, understanding Wei Ying's sentiments. "You'll remember everything in due time. Let's not rush it; we don't want to risk damaging your brain while forcing the memories out," he explained gently. "For now, this is enough." He emphasized the importance of patience, reassuring Wei Ying that their present bond was sufficient for the moment."Yes, okay," Wei Ying responded with a yawn, his fatigue evident.Wangji gently untangled himself from Wei Ying's embrace, taking his hand and leading him back to the couch. "Lie down, Wei Ying," he instructed softly, and Wei Ying complied, settling onto the cushions."You need rest. The powers you used might have tired you," Wangji explained, concern etched in his voice."Will you stay until I fall asleep?" Wei Ying asked, his eyes pleading."I will. I'm right here," Wangji reassured him, settling on the floor next to the couch."You don't have to sit on the floor," Wei Ying protested weakly."I want to. Sleep, Wei Ying," Wangji whispered, tenderly caressing his hair and face as Wei Ying slowly drifted into slumber, his breaths growing steady and even. ¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝓔𝓝𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 23¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸
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Wangji was prepared to leave, but just as he stood, a sudden knock at the door startled him."Wei Wuxian, are you there?" called a voice from outside.Wangji's heart quickened at the unexpected intrusion. He paused, his mind racing with questions. Who could it be at this hour? With Wei Ying resting peacefully, any disturbance could be risky. However, the urgency in the voice compelled him to investigate.Moving silently across the room, Wangji approached the door with caution, listening intently to discern any familiar voices or sounds."Wei Wuxian, I know you're home, and I just want to apologize. I didn't mean to create problems at work, but we do flirt a lot, and I thought you'd be more open after so many years."Confusion tightened in Wangji's chest as he processed the visitor's words. Flirting at work? Apologizing for what, exactly? The situation seemed like a puzzle with missing pieces. Casting a glance at Wei Ying, who slumbered peacefully on the couch, undisturbed by the conversation at the door, Wangji couldn't help but wonder about the stranger's intentions."Let's just talk like adults. I'll see you at work tomorrow. Don't avoid me," the voice urged before fading away, footsteps echoing down the corridor.Wangji stood in thoughtful silence for a moment, his mind swirling with unanswered questions. Who could mistake Wei Ying for someone entangled in workplace flirtations? And why the insistence on discussing it?However he let it go and with a gentle kiss on Wei Ying's temple, Wangji silently bid him farewell before slipping back to his own home. Their routine had become comforting—a daily ritual of shared moments. Each morning, Wangji would visit Wei Ying's house, and together they would watch movies, reminisce about their divine realms, and simply revel in each other's presence.The next morning, Wangji arrived at Wei Ying's apartment in the usual gentle flutter of his butterflies, their wings carrying him effortlessly through space. Yet, as he materialized in the familiar surroundings, he was met with emptiness. Wei Ying was nowhere to be found. His usual mess of books wasn't on the coffee table. The room was tidier than it used to be, with no bundle of clothes scattered around, and the bed had been made.Wangji didn't take the time to weigh the pros and cons before using his powers once more to locate him. He knew that by using his cultivation so frequently, he might attract Odin's attention in the human realm, but the potential disappearance of Wei Ying worried him far more than Odin discovering his presence here.To his relief, he located Wei Ying easily. He was nearby, in a museum. Lan Wangji didn't hesitate to teleport himself to the museum's restroom.He emerged a few seconds later and made his way to the counter. There stood Wei Ying, in simple jeans and a t-shirt, wearing the museum's white jacket with their logo. A name tag loosely hung around his neck with the word "staff" written at the top.Wei Ying smiled brightly at him as he approached. "Lan Zhan! So nice to see you here. Did you come to visit?" he asked enthusiastically, nearly bouncing on the floor.Wangji approached Wei Ying with a soft smile, "I came to see you. I did not know you worked here."Realization dawned on Wei Ying, his eyes widening with sudden understanding. "Oh no! I forgot to tell you, Lan Zhan! You must have gone to the apartment. I'm so sorry!"Wangji's expression softened further. "It's fine. I'm just glad Wei Ying is safe."With that reassurance, Wei Ying visibly relaxed. Wangji now knew Wei Ying's work schedule, and after a brief tour of the museum, Wei Ying led him to the staff bathroom on the second floor, where he hugged him tightly."Wei Ying?" Wangji asked, concerned by the sudden embrace."I can't explain it right now, but tonight... just, Lan Zhan, let me hug you for a bit," Wei Ying murmured.Wangji wrapped his arms around Wei Ying without hesitation, his embrace strong and protective. If it were up to him, he would never let go. Having Wei Ying in his arms felt like a long-cherished dream come true. He could feel Wei Ying's heartbeat, loud and fast, mirroring his own.The hug didn't last long. Wei Ying pulled away, smiling sheepishly. "Ah, Lan Zhan, I have to get back to work! Let's meet tonight?" he asked.Wangji nodded, his heart warmed by the prospect and his mind chanting "Whenever you want. Whatever you want, i'll always give it to you" on repeat. Wangji hadn't really left the museum. Though invisible to human eyes, he remained, quietly observing Wei Ying at work. The boy was enthusiastic, proudly explaining exhibits and chatting with visitors as if they were old friends—a true social butterfly. He was kind, genuinely helpful, and a ray of sunshine. Everyone loved him, even his coworkers. Wei Ying had found a place where he belonged, where people didn't point fingers at him or mock his abilities. Somehow, this realization broke Wangji's heart. Wei Ying was happy without his powers, without his true nature, and far from the godly realm where he had no one except Wangji and Sizhui.Wangji sat there, wondering if he had made the right choice coming back into Wei Ying's life. Wasn't it better for Wei Ying here? But for once, Wangji wanted to be selfish. He wanted Wei Ying for himself. They didn't need to return to the godly realms; they could live among the humans. Wangji could settle here, letting Wei Ying have this life. Sure, it would be difficult leaving his family, but it would be harder to leave Wei Ying.By the end of the day, when Wei Ying's shift ended, Wangji had made his decision. Wei Ying would be the one to decide. Once he fully remembered where he came from and who he was, he could choose where to stay, and Wangji would accompany him.As Wei Ying prepared to close the museum for the day, a colleague—a tall, dark-haired man—approached him. Wangji, who had observed this man all day, found him strangely familiar but couldn't pinpoint why or who he reminded him of. Seeing Wei Ying's discomfort at being approached by this man, Wangji decided to intervene. He made his way toward the entrance, letting his powers dissolve before entering again."Wei Ying, I'm back," Wangji announced, stepping inside and breaking the tense atmosphere. Wei Ying's face lit up with relief at the sight of him."Lan Zhan! Just in time," Wei Ying said, casting a wary glance at his colleague. "Ready to go?""Yes," Wangji replied, his eyes briefly meeting those of the dark-haired man, who nodded politely before stepping away. Wei Ying turned to his colleague. "Zac, I'm sorry, but I have to go. Let's just work properly from now on. Everything is fine! Bye-bye." He grabbed his bag and hurried over to Wangji. "Let's go!"As they exited the building, Wangji gently guided Wei Ying toward the back of the building. "Are there any cameras here?" he asked softly."Hmm?" Wei Ying looked surprised by the question."I want to show you something, but I can't if there are cameras," Wangji explained."Oh, no, no cameras, sir," Wei Ying replied with a smile."Hmm." Wangji nodded thoughtfully before pulling Wei Ying close. "Hold on to me," he instructed softly.Wei Ying barely had time to react before butterflies, shimmering with an ethereal light, began to materialize around them. The air hummed with a soft, magical energy as the delicate creatures circled them, their wings creating a gentle breeze that lifted Wei Ying's hair. The world around them seemed to blur and twist as if reality itself was bending to accommodate their presence.Wei Ying's eyes widened in awe. "Lan Zhan, what's happening?""Trust me," Wangji whispered, his grip firm and reassuring.The butterflies increased in number, creating a cocoon of glowing wings around the two of them. The light intensified, becoming almost blinding, and Wei Ying felt a sensation akin to weightlessness. The ground disappeared beneath his feet, replaced by an endless expanse of light and color. It felt as though they were moving at incredible speeds, yet there was no sense of motion, only a serene, floating calm.Within moments, the light began to recede, and the familiar surroundings of Wei Ying's apartment came into view. They landed softly on the living room floor, the butterflies gradually dispersing until only a few remained, flitting gently before vanishing completely.Wei Ying gasped, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Whoa! Lan Zhan, that was amazing! I've never experienced anything like it!"Wangji smiled, a rare, gentle curve of his lips. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."Wei Ying looked around, still in awe. "Is that how you come here every time? Using the butterflies?""Yes," Wangji confirmed, watching Wei Ying's enthusiastic reaction with fondness. "The butterflies are an extension of my powers. They allow me to travel between places quickly and safely."Wei Ying's grin was infectious, his excitement radiating through the room. "That's incredible! Can we do it again sometime?""Of course," Wangji replied softly. "Whenever you want."As Wei Ying settled onto his sofa, still holding onto Wangji's arms, he pulled Wangji down beside him. Wangji wished he could stay in that embrace forever, but after a few minutes of intense eye contact, Wei Ying released him and took his own seat. The atmosphere shifted, growing more serious, and Wangji sensed that Wei Ying had something important to share. The words Wei Ying had uttered earlier, "I can't explain it right now, but tonight..." echoed in Wangji's mind."I had a dream," Wei Ying began, "actually, multiple dreams. You were in all of them, and so was a child I kept calling A-Yuan."Wangji straightened in his seat, attentive, as Wei Ying continued. "It felt so real, like I had lived those scenes before. I knew what you would do or say before you did. But then, there was this one dream. I had to see someone, and you weren't there. I was worried you'd find out. I walked a lot and met three women—two elders and a child."Silence enveloped them as Wangji listened intently, not interrupting."I always wake up after one of them pours a red liquid-like substance into a huge bowl with clouds in it. I don't know what it means, if it's just a dream or more, but I feel like I should tell you," Wei Ying finished, nervously fidgeting with his robes.Wangji, as if afraid to startle Wei Ying, slowly reached for his hand and held it gently. "Wei Ying," he said softly, speaking to him as if he were a delicate creature that might flee. "I think our meetings are triggering your memories. That's a good thing. You don't need to fear those dreams. Whatever the reason you ran away from me, it's alright.""I didn't run away from you, Lan Zhan. I can't possibly run away from this, from you. I can't picture that," Wei Ying said, tears welling at the corners of his eyes.Wangji smiled gently. "And it's alright, even if you did. Those elders you see in your dreams, they are oracles, all three of them. I don't know why you visited them, but this means we can go back and learn more.""I..." Wei Ying halted, his voice breaking. "I feel so bad, Lan Zhan. I left you, I left our world, and you waited. How long did you wait?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion."It does not matter," Wangji offered softly."It does!" Wei Ying exclaimed, his emotions raw. "It does to me.""I waited for years, and I would wait for a thousand more, if it were needed. We are not mortal, it does not matter. I knew I would find you," Wangji replied tenderly."How? How did you know?" Wei Ying whispered, his eyes searching Wangji's."You would never leave A-Yuan, if you had a choice," Wangji whispered back, his voice filled with certainty and love.Wei Ying hesitated, his words barely audible. "And... would I have left you?" he asked, his voice almost lost in the air between them. Wangji remained silent for a few moments, absorbing the weight of the question."I don't believe so," Wangji finally responded, his tone gentle but firm. "Wei Ying, despite your playful nature and your flirtations, you've never been one to deceive. You once expressed your fears that someone might come between us. You tried to warn me, but I brushed aside your concerns. Looking back, I realize now that I should have taken them more seriously."Wei Ying's gaze searched Wangji's face, his eyes reflecting a mix of emotions. "So, you think someone did come between us?" he pressed, a hint of apprehension in his voice.Wangji shook his head slowly. "I don't know for certain, but I struggle to see any other explanation," he admitted, his voice tinged with a trace of sadness."What do you think we should do now?" Wei Ying's voice held a hint of vulnerability, his eyes searching Wangji's for guidance.Wangji considered Wei Ying's question for a moment, his gaze thoughtful. "I believe we should start by unraveling the mysteries of your dreams," he replied, his voice steady and reassuring. "Perhaps we can seek guidance from the oracles you mentioned. Understanding the significance of those dreams may lead us to answers."Wei Ying's voice wavered with uncertainty as he voiced his fears. "What if those answers aren't what we expect? What if I truly ran away? What if I've been a coward?"Wangji's expression softened with understanding as he listened to Wei Ying's doubts. "Even if the answers lead us down an unexpected path, Wei Ying, I will stand by your side," he assured him, his voice steady and reassuring. "And as for being a coward, you have faced challenges that many would shy away from. You are courageous, righteous, and kind. I doubt you ran away, and even if you did, running away does not define you. You probably had your own reasons. What matters is that we face the truth together, no matter where it leads us."Wei Ying's voice quivered with emotion as he broached the subject. "Lan Zhan, I have one final question," he said softly. "What became of that child? What happened to A-Yuan? In my dreams, I always feel like I was the only parent he had, and... and that I abandoned him. Do you know what happened to him?"Wangji's smile was gentle, his eyes full of understanding. "Do you wish to meet him?" he asked, his voice soft yet earnest.Wei Ying nodded vigorously, anticipation lighting up his eyes."Stand up then," Wangji instructed, his tone calm yet tinged with excitement. Just as before, in the secluded corner behind the museum, Wangji pulled Wei Ying close to him, his butterflies swirling around them for the second time that day.This time, Wei Ying found himself in an unfamiliar setting. It was a house he had never visited before, adorned with white furnishings. As they landed on the couch, Wei Ying's eyes widened in surprise. To his right, a young teen sat on another sofa, staring at them with wide eyes. The sudden appearance seemed to catch the boy off guard, and before Wei Ying could panic at the thought of inadvertently revealing Wangji's powers, recognition washed over him. It was Lan Sizhui.Sizhui's laughter filled the room, a sound both warm and infectious. Wangji smiled in response and extended a hand to help Wei Ying up from the couch. "I think my powers are a bit off. I'm sorry, are you okay?" he asked softly, concern evident in his voice.Wei Ying nodded, though he couldn't shake off his confusion. Why had they ended up at Wangji's house? Was the child here, or did Wangji possess something that belonged to the child? He wasn't sure."Dad, you should have warned me; I would have cleaned the place more dutifully," Sizhui said apologetically, his cheeks tinged with embarrassment."And we would have left the house empty for both of you! Please, do not do anything on the couch," chimed in another young boy from the left. He was dressed in white ancient Chinese robes and looked smugly at Wangji."Jingyi, I see you have found your way to the house," Wangji remarked calmly, acknowledging the second boy."You can't hide my boyfriend from me, Hanguang Jun," Jingyi said once more, his smugness evident in his tone.Wei Ying couldn't help but smile at the exchange. This boy was certainly confident speaking to his boyfriend's father in such a way."I did not wish to hide him," Wangji responded, his tone measured. Yet, there was an underlying implication in the way he looked at Jingyi, as if he were weighing his options, a silent warning.It didn't take long before Jingyi bowed down, his demeanor shifting to one of respect. "Excuse me, Hanguang Jun," he said humbly."Dad, I'm sorry," Sizhui interjected, "he arrived this morning with some work from Shufu, and I let him stay for a bit since I didn't get any missions from you.""It is fine," Wangji replied, his tone remaining composed. "Jingyi shall leave now," he added, his voice colder towards the boy. "Today is not a day for outsiders."Wei Ying watched as Jingyi bowed once more and disappeared before he had the chance to voice his consent for the boy to stay. Turning his attention back to Wangji, he found warmth in his gaze."Wei Ying," Wangji began, his arm moving as if to introduce someone, but Sizhui interrupted."Wei Senior, I am A-Yuan," Sizhui said, his voice thick with emotion.For a moment, Wei Ying didn't react, and Wangji wondered if he was in shock or if he simply didn't believe what he was hearing. But then, Wei Ying looked at him and whispered softly, "You... you raised him."Wangji nodded silently, confirming Wei Ying's realization. Just then, Sizhui's composure crumbled, and he leaped forward, enveloping Wei Ying in a tight hug. He whispered about how much he had missed him, how tirelessly they had searched for him, and how overjoyed he was to have finally found his father.Wei Ying's arm slowly came around Sizhui, pulling him closer as tears welled in his eyes. He mouthed a silent "thank you" towards Wangji as he gently hummed a soothing melody while stroking Sizhui's hair. Wangji, in turn, wrapped his arms around both of them, drawing the two most precious people in his life close.Tonight, they were a family again, finally complete without any missing pieces—except for Wei Ying's full memories, but that was a challenge they would face together. Tomorrow, they would embark on their journey to seek answers from the oracles, to understand Wei Ying's visions in his dreams. But tonight, they had all the time in the world to be together, to reconnect, and to strengthen their bonds once more. ¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝓔𝓝𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 24¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸
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Wangji awoke to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. The room was quiet, save for the gentle breathing of Wei Ying beside him. He turned his head slightly, taking in the sight of Wei Ying, still peacefully asleep, his face relaxed and serene.For a moment, Wangji simply lay there, absorbing the tranquility of the morning and the warmth radiating from Wei Ying. He could hardly believe that after so many years of searching and longing, they were finally together again. The memories of the previous night's reunion were still fresh, filling him with a profound sense of contentment.Carefully, so as not to wake Wei Ying, Wangji shifted closer, allowing their bodies to touch. The simple contact reassured him that this was real, that Wei Ying was right where he belonged. He brushed a stray strand of hair from Wei Ying's face, his touch feather-light, and watched as Wei Ying stirred slightly but did not wake. Wangji smiled, remembering how Wei Ying had always been a heavy sleeper.Taking a deep breath, Wangji savored the moment. He knew they had many challenges ahead, but right now, all that mattered was the present—the peaceful rise and fall of Wei Ying's chest, the soft morning light, and the shared warmth under the covers.Gently, Wangji pressed a soft kiss to Wei Ying's forehead before settling back into the pillows. He allowed himself to bask in the serenity of the moment, cherishing the precious time they had together. He did not fall back asleep, too captivated by the sight of Wei Ying and the quiet miracle of this morning.Wei Ying, as if sensing Wangji's gaze on him, began to stir. His eyes fluttered open, scanning the room briefly before settling on Wangji. A smile bloomed on his face, as radiant and beautiful as a flower in full blossom, filling the room with warmth."Hello," Wei Ying greeted, his voice drowsy with sleep."Hello," Wangji replied softly."What time is it?" Wei Ying asked, his eyes still half-closed."It's 8 a.m.," Wangji answered after glancing at the alarm clock on his bedside table."Mmm, it's so early," Wei Ying murmured, his voice trailing off as he slowly slid closer to Wangji, nestling his head against Wangji's neck.Wangji lifted his hand to gently comb Wei Ying's hair. "We have to get up; we have a long road ahead," he said, kissing the top of Wei Ying's head.Wei Ying slowly sat up, still half asleep, rubbing his eyes. Wangji smiled at his effort. "Come on, I'll make breakfast while you get ready," he offered, giving Wei Ying's shoulder a reassuring squeeze before getting out of bed.As Wangji busied himself in the kitchen, the comforting aroma of breakfast gradually roused Wei Ying from his sleepy state. They moved through their morning routine with a sense of normalcy, but an undercurrent of anticipation thrummed beneath the surface. The journey ahead weighed heavily on their minds, each moment bringing them closer to the unknown answers they sought.After a quiet breakfast, they prepared for the day, packing their belongings and ensuring they had everything they needed for the trip. Wangji's meticulous nature meant that nothing was overlooked, from supplies to protective talismans.Finally, they were ready. They stood by the door, casting one last look around the familiar space. Wangji had arranged for Jingyi to return and keep Sizhui company during their absence. Knowing that Jingyi always carried warning talismans eased Wangji's worry about potential threats.Sizhui approached, his expression filled with worry. "Dad, Papa, please be careful," he said anxiously, looking at both of them.Wei Ying, who had embraced his fatherhood and his identity fully, pulled Sizhui into a tight hug. His instincts took over as he hummed softly, stroking Sizhui's hair in a comforting gesture he had done countless times before even if he does not remember it.Wangji hesitated for a moment before wrapping his arms around both of them, whispering, "I'll make sure nothing happens. You too, son, be careful."After the hug, Wangji and Wei Ying stepped back, sharing a determined look. With a final nod, they took each other's hands. Wangji used his teleportation skills, and in an instant, they vanished, reappearing in the godly realm to seek the answers they desperately needed.The air crackled with energy as they approached the grand palace of the Oracles, renowned for their vast knowledge and predictions of the future.Standing before the towering gates adorned with intricate carvings of constellations, Wangji squared his shoulders, steeling himself for the encounter ahead. Beside him, Wei Ying looked overly anxious, as if readying himself for a battle. Wangji squeezed his hand in silent encouragement, and with solemn determination, raised his hand and knocked three times. The sound echoed through the celestial realm.After a moment, the gates swung open with a resounding creak, revealing the majestic courtyard beyond. Wangji stepped forward, pulling Wei Ying closer, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of the Oracles.A figure cloaked in shimmering robes approached, their face obscured by a veil of starlight. "Wangji, God of the Moon," the figure intoned, their voice carrying the weight of eons. "You are both not welcome in this place."Wangji bowed respectfully. "I seek your wisdom, revered one. You who knows everything. My companion, Wei Wuxian, has lost his memories. He wishes to uncover the truth of what transpired and restore himself to his rightful place in the godly realm."The Oracle nodded thoughtfully, their gaze penetrating. "The mysteries of fate are often intertwined with the threads of destiny. I do not have answers for what you seek. You may leave."Wangji felt frustration rising. He understood all too well that the Oracle worked for Odin, and if she refused to help, it meant Odin forbade it. He was about to pull Wei Ying away, but Wei Ying spoke up."Dear Oracle, please help me," Wei Ying pleaded. "I remember talking with you before losing everything. I lost my child, I lost everything. Please."Wangji's heart broke into pieces, hearing the raw pain in Wei Ying's voice. If it hadn't already been shattered by all their suffering, it was breaking now."The answer you seek is not one that could please you, dear god of the night," the Oracle said. "You shall leave this realm just as you did before."Before either of them could respond, she vanished into thin air. Frustrated, Wangji turned to leave. "Come, Wei Ying," he said coldly. But Wei Ying didn't move. He was looking at a child on the other side of the garden gesturing for him to come closer. Slowly, as if afraid to scare her, Wei Ying approached."Seek the Pool of Memories," the child declared. "Within its depths lie the secrets of the past, present, and future." She took Wei Ying's hand in hers gently, placing a red amulet in it. "Once you find it, use this to uncover what you seek." She then ran away and disappeared into a corridor.Wei Ying rejoined Wangji, showing him the amulet. Together, they walked out of the palace, determination etched in their faces.Wangji led Wei Ying to the Cloud Recesses, thinking the jingshi would be the best place to start planning. Fortunately, his uncle and brother were busy, so he instructed some disciples to inform them of his return but asked not to be disturbed as he had an important task to attend.Wei Ying watched with fascination, his hand softly grazing everything on their way. Wangji could see how much Wei Ying was enchanted by the place, so he decided to show him the bunny enclosure first; the discussion about the amulet could wait a little longer.The rabbits were happy to see him as always, running and jumping around as soon as Wangji crouched down to their level. Wei Ying sat next to him. "They're so cute, Lan Zhan!" he exclaimed."Hmm," Wangji smiled, "they were a gift from you," he said softly."I gave you bunnies?!" Wei Ying screamed, startling a few rabbits before apologizing softly."Yes, you gave them to me to tease me," Wangji said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You then built that little house over there so they would have a place to sleep." He pointed at a large house in the back of the yard."So, we lived here?" Wei Ying asked, looking around at every detail, trying to piece together fragments of his past.Wangji nodded. "Yes, we did. This place holds many memories for us. It's where we spent our happiest moments."Wei Ying's eyes softened as he took in the serene surroundings, the playful rabbits, their house, and the house behind him that seemed to radiate warmth and familiarity. "It feels... right," he said quietly. "Like coming home."Wangji reached out and gently squeezed Wei Ying's hand. "It is our home, yours and mine. The big house behind you is where we lived. It's called the jingshi."Wei Ying smiled, his heart swelling with a mixture of nostalgia and hope. "Can I have a tour?""Let's go." Wangji put down the little white rabbit he had picked up earlier and, with a last look at them, led Wei Ying inside the jingshi. Room by room, he recalled memories of their moments together, explaining the stories behind the paintings hanging on the walls.As they entered the living area, Wangji pointed to a large scroll with an intricate landscape painting. "You painted this one," he said, his voice tinged with pride. "It depicts the Cloud Recesses at dawn."Wei Ying stepped closer, examining the delicate brushstrokes. "I remember... I think," he murmured, his fingers tracing the air just above the painting's surface. "It feels familiar."In the study, Wangji showed him a set of ancient texts. "We spent hours here, studying and discussing cultivation techniques," he said. "You always found a way to make it more interesting."Wei Ying chuckled softly. "I can imagine that."They moved on to the bedroom, where Wangji paused at the door. "This was our room," he said quietly. "We shared many nights here, talking, laughing, and simply being together."Wei Ying stepped inside, taking in the simple yet elegant decor. The bed was neatly made, with a quilt that had seen many seasons. He turned to Wangji. "It feels like... I never really left."Wangji nodded, a soft smile on his lips. "In many ways, you never did."Finally, they reached the small meditation garden at the back of the jingshi. Wangji led Wei Ying to a bench beneath a blooming cherry blossom tree. "This was your favorite spot," he said. "You loved meditating here, surrounded by the tranquility of the garden."Wei Ying sat down, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. The scent of the blossoms filled the air, bringing a sense of peace. "It's beautiful," he whispered. "Thank you for showing me all this, Lan Zhan."Wangji sat beside him, their shoulders touching. "Thank you for coming back," he replied softly.Wei Ying opened his eyes, looking at Wangji with determination. "Thank you for finding me."Wangji smiled. "Always."Wei Ying took the amulet out of his pocket, turning it over in his hand as if it held all the answers. "And now what?" he asked, his gaze fixed on the small object."Now," Wangji said, his voice steady, "we find a way to enter the room where the Pool of Memories lies, without being caught. And we discover our answers ourselves."Wei Ying nodded, the weight of their mission settling over him. "Do you have a plan, Lan Zhan?"Wangji took a deep breath, his mind already working through the details. "The Pool of Memories is heavily guarded. We will need to use stealth and perhaps a few distractions. But first, we must gather more information. There are a few ancient texts in the library that might give us insights into the security measures."Wei Ying's eyes sparkled with the thrill of the challenge. "Breaking into a heavily guarded room in the godly realm? Lan Zhan, are you a robber?" he chuckled mischievously.Wangji smiled softly. "Hmm, I learned from Wei Ying.""Oh, so I was such a bad boy to corrupt your pure heart, huh? Sounds like me!" Wei Ying was laughing, his joy infectious."Wei Ying did not corrupt. I followed willingly," Wangji said softly, then added more seriously, "Let's prepare. We need to be careful and precise."They stood up, the serenity of the garden giving them a brief moment of peace before the storm. Hand in hand, they walked back into the jingshi. It was time to plan things properly. Wangji let Wei Ying rest inside the jingshi as he made multiple trips to the library to gather the necessary books and scrolls. Once everything was inside, he closed the doors and sat down at the table. Wei Ying was already reading a few scrolls, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. If they had time, Wangji would have sat down and simply observed Wei Ying, as every expression was worth being witnessed.The room was filled with the soft rustling of pages as they delved into their research. Wei Ying was absorbed in the scrolls, occasionally muttering to himself as he pieced together information. Wangji, sitting across from him, spread out several ancient texts, his sharp eyes scanning for clues about the Pool of Memories."Look at this, Lan Zhan," Wei Ying said, breaking the silence. He pointed to a passage detailing the protective enchantments surrounding the Pool. "It says here that the pool is guarded by ancient spirits who can sense intruders. We need to find a way to bypass them."Wangji nodded thoughtfully. "There might be a way to cloak our presence. Some of the older texts mention spells for concealing one's spiritual energy. It will require precision, but it's possible."As they continued their research, the pieces of their plan began to fall into place. They discussed and debated strategies, their minds working in perfect sync. The sun began to set, casting a warm glow through the windows of the jingshi, but they were too engrossed in their preparations to notice.Finally, after hours of meticulous planning, Wei Ying leaned back and stretched. "I think we have everything we need," he said, his voice calm but excited.Wangji looked up from his notes, smiling. "We do." He noticed the spark of excitement in Wei Ying's eyes, the same spark that had always ignited when an adventure was on the horizon. Even without his memories, Wei Ying's spirit remained undimmed.Wangji reached across the table, taking Wei Ying's hand in his. "But before that, we need to rest a bit."Wei Ying squeezed his hand back, a confident smile on his lips. "Okay, let's rest and then let's get those memories back finally!" They retired to their quarters, the anticipation of the journey ahead filling the room with a palpable energy. As they lay down, the room dimmed into a peaceful silence. Wangji held Wei Ying close, their fingers intertwined. The tranquility of the jingshi, combined with the warmth of Wei Ying by his side, brought Wangji a profound sense of peace. He pressed a gentle kiss to Wei Ying's temple, murmuring, "Sleep well."Wei Ying nestled closer, his breathing evening out as he slowly drifted into sleep. Wangji stayed awake a while longer, watching over him, making a silent promise that no matter what they discovered, they would face it together. They needed to wait for the Oracles to go into meditation before they could try anything, which meant they had a few hours to kill. However, Wangji was too nervous to fall asleep.He kept his cool while Wei Ying was awake, not wishing to scare him, but the truth was that Wangji was deeply worried about what they would find in the pool. What if it was truly Wei Ying's choice to forget him and their life? What if Wei Ying chose to live as a human and now Wangji had ruined it all? And worse of all, what if Odin was behind this? What if he found them in the room while they were looking at the pool?Wangji's mind raced with these thoughts, each one more troubling than the last. He gently extricated himself from Wei Ying's embrace and walked to the window, looking out at the serene landscape of the Cloud Recesses. The tranquility outside was in stark contrast to the turmoil within him.The soft light of dawn began to filter through, casting long shadows and painting the room in hues of gold. Wangji took a deep breath, centering himself. No matter the answers they found, he knew he had to be strong for Wei Ying. They had come too far to let fear dictate their actions now.He turned back to the bed, where Wei Ying lay peacefully, and felt a surge of determination. Whatever the truth, whatever challenges lay ahead, he would not fail Wei Ying, never again. Wangji knew he could not let his fears paralyze him. He needed to be clear-headed and ready for whatever they might discover.As the minutes ticked by, he prepared mentally for the task ahead. He knew the Oracles' meditation would begin soon, and that would be their window of opportunity. He moved quietly around the room, gathering the items they would need for their journey to the Pool of Memories, making sure everything was in order.Finally, as the time approached, Wangji gently woke Wei Ying. "It's time," he whispered.Wei Ying stirred, rubbing his eyes. "Are you ready?" he asked, sensing the gravity in Wangji's voice.Wangji nodded, offering a reassuring smile. "Yes. 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Later that night, under the watchful eye of a high moon and a canopy of stars, Wangji gently shook Wei Ying awake. The time had come. In the dim light of their chamber, they moved in perfect harmony, dressing in silence, their every motion filled with purpose. The gravity of their mission was a tangible weight on their shoulders.Hand in hand, they slipped out of the Jingshi, their footsteps eerily silent on the stone pathways of the Cloud Recesses. The place was unnaturally quiet, devoid of the usual nocturnal whispers and distant sounds of life.Wei Ying glanced around, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Is it always this empty?" he whispered, his voice a mere breath against the night air."Everyone is asleep by 9 p.m.," Wangji replied softly, his eyes ever vigilant. "It is the rule."They moved like shadows, their forms melding seamlessly with the darkness. The stillness around them was almost oppressive, amplifying the tension that simmered between them. Their journey was marked by a heavy silence, broken only by the faint echo of their footsteps. Wei Ying's mind buzzed with unspoken questions, but he focused on the task at hand, the tension between fear and determination tightening his resolve.Their path led them deeper into the heart of the realm, where the Oracles' grand palace loomed ahead, a silent guardian of ancient secrets. The building's walls seemed to pulse with a life of their own, the air thick with the energy of countless meditations and ancient rites. As they approached, the palpable power of the place enveloped them, a reminder of the formidable forces they were up against.They reached a massive, ornate door, its surface covered in intricate runes and symbols that seemed to writhe in the moonlight. The air around it thrummed with a subtle, ominous energy. Wei Ying could feel the weight of centuries pressing down on them, the history and power of the Oracles a nearly physical presence."This is it," Wangji whispered, his voice barely audible. "The Pool of Memories lies beyond this door."Wei Ying nodded, taking a deep breath to steady himself. "Let's do this," he replied, his voice filled with resolve, his eyes sparking with determination."You remember the plan, right, Wei Ying?" Wangji asked, his gaze piercing through the dim light."You push the door, I cast complete darkness, then I dive into the pool. Afterward, we run," Wei Ying confirmed, his tone unwavering."You'll have only minutes before the darkness fades. I might hold them off for a bit, but Odin will know we're here the moment we act," Wangji cautioned, his voice a mix of concern and resolve."Then we'll be swift," Wei Ying replied with a confident smile.Wangji gave a firm nod and pushed the door open. The heavy wood groaned, echoing through the silent chamber as they stepped inside. The air was cool, laced with the scent of ancient parchment and lingering incense. Dim light flickered from the Pool of Memories at the room's center, casting ghostly reflections across the walls.The Pool of Memories shimmered with an ethereal glow, its waters a mesmerizing swirl of the past, present, and future. A shiver coursed down Wei Ying's spine as he gazed into its depths, feeling the gravity of the moment.Wangji squeezed Wei Ying's hand, anchoring him in the present. "Together. Use your powers now," he said firmly.Wei Ying nodded, his eyes locked on the pool. "Together," he echoed. He closed his eyes, raising a hand as he summoned his power. The air thickened with shadow, enveloping them in an almost tangible darkness. He felt his golden core hum with energy, intensifying as he poured his will into the spell. The shadows flowed from him like ink, consuming the light and plunging the room into a profound night.He didn't need to open his eyes to know it had worked; Wangji was already urging him forward. "Wei Ying," Wangji whispered, his voice barely a breath. "We must be cautious. The ancient spirits can sense even the slightest disturbance."Wei Ying opened his eyes. Despite the complete darkness, he could see clearly as if it were daylight. "I know. Stay close," he murmured.Hand in hand, they moved through the first line of defenses, the darkness cocooning them. The ancient spirits, vigilant and ethereal, hovered near the pool, their senses attuned to the slightest anomaly. Yet, in the impenetrable blackness conjured by Wei Ying, even these spectral guardians found their perception dulled.Wangji extended his hand, a faint, silvery glow emanating from his fingertips. It wasn't light in the conventional sense but a subtle, soothing aura that dampened their spiritual energy. To the spirits, it would be as if the intruders had simply vanished. The Pool of Memories lay just ahead, its waters shimmering with a luminescent glow that seemed to pulse with the heartbeat of the cosmos. The air around it was heavy with the weight of countless lifetimes and forgotten dreams.They crept closer, every step a calculated risk. The spirits hovered, their translucent forms drifting aimlessly, unaware of the gods hidden in their midst. Wei Ying's darkness was a blanket, a void within which they moved undetected.As they reached the edge of the pool, Wei Ying and Wangji exchanged a glance. This was the moment of truth. They had to retrieve the fragment of memory without disturbing the pool or alerting Odin, the All-Father, whose presence loomed over the godly realms like an ever-watchful sentinel.Wei Ying stretched out his hand, and the darkness grew denser, an abyss that swallowed even the faintest ripple of energy. Wangji, his face a mask of serene concentration, guided a thin tendril of moonlight to the surface of the pool. It touched the water with the gentleness of a sigh, causing a subtle ripple that blended into the natural glow.The fragment of memory, a small, glowing orb, floated to the surface. Wangji's moonlight coiled around it, lifting it from the water with the utmost care. The orb pulsed softly, as if acknowledging their presence.Suddenly, a spirit's form flickered, its head turning as if sensing a change. Wangji's heart pounded in his chest, but Wei Ying's darkness held firm, cloaking them in an impenetrable veil.With the fragment secured, they began their retreat, moving as one. Each step was a delicate dance, a test of their control and their unity. The spirits remained oblivious, their senses clouded by the profound night.As they slipped back through the barriers, the first hints of dawn began to paint the sky. Wei Ying slowly withdrew the darkness, allowing the natural night to reclaim its place. Wangji's aura faded, leaving no trace of their passage.They paused at the edge of the Oracle's domain, the fragment of memory safe in their possession. Wei Ying's eyes met Wangji's. "Let's go," Wei Ying whispered, his voice barely audible.Wangji nodded, and they vanished into the remaining shadows, leaving the Pool of Memories undisturbed, the ancient spirits none the wiser.Back at the Jingshi, Wei Ying placed the small orb on the table while Wangji rummaged through the drawers, going back and forth between the living room and his bedroom."What are you looking for?" Wei Ying asked, curiosity and concern mingling in his voice."This," Wangji reappeared holding something that looked like a bowl, cloud patterns all over it and a golden color."A bowl?" Wei Ying said, amused."Not a bowl, a Seroll. It reads memory orbs, allowing you to delve into the memory," Wangji explained. "Only you can see your own memory, Wei Ying. I won't be allowed in with you."Wei Ying nodded as Wangji placed the beautiful orb inside the Seroll. With fascination, he watched the orb dissolve into a pool of water, clear and turquoise, dancing inside the receptacle. He didn't question it. Slowly, he approached the edge of the Seroll. The surface began to ripple, images forming and dissolving within the water. His hands firmly on the table, he took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest."I can do this," he whispered to encourage himself. With that, he lowered his head into the water. The room was filled with a blinding light before he fell into the water, its cool embrace wrapping around him. His journey into their past had begun, and there was no turning back.As Wei Ying submerged himself inside his memories, Wangji sat beside the Seroll, attentive to any sound and movement that could come from the outside, ready to protect Wei Ying with his life if needed. Wangji focused, pouring his energy into maintaining a protective spell around the Jingshi. Not long after Wei Ying's disappearance, he could feel the spirits probing, their awareness brushing against his defenses. Someone was trying to look into the Jingshi, but he held firm, his resolve unshakable.In the depths of the pool, Wei Ying was bombarded with a torrent of memories. Scenes from his past flashed before his eyes, chaotic and disjointed. He saw glimpses of battles fought, friends lost and found, and moments of profound joy and sorrow. It was overwhelming, but he pushed through, determined to find the answers they sought.Suddenly, a vision stood out among the chaos: a conversation with the Oracle, a flash of recognition in her eyes as she handed him the red amulet. "This will guide you when the time is right," she had said. "Trust in your bond, and you will find your way."Wei Ying's eyes snapped open, all his memories rushing back to his mind. With that, his very first visit to the Oracle and, finally, the reason why he left, why he chose to go to the human realm. Breathing was hard, but he had what they needed. He surged to the surface, gasping for breath as he broke free of the water's grasp.Wangji was immediately by his side, his eyes filled with concern and relief. "Wei Ying, are you alright?"Wei Ying struggled for breath, his chest heaving. He could only nod, needing a moment to recover. Wangji saw his hands shaking, his breaths labored, and his eyes unfocused. A sound as loud as thunder rose in the distance, and Wangji knew they had to move quickly."Wei Ying, we must go now," Wangji urged, his voice steady but urgent. He placed a supportive hand on Wei Ying's shoulder, grounding him in the moment. "He's coming""No, I can't " wei ying said shaking his head, all his body was trembling"You have to. I'll help," Wangji assured him. Without wasting another second, Wangji helped Wei Ying to his feet. The room seemed to tremble with the impending threat, and the protective spell around the Jingshi flickered under the pressure of probing spirits. They moved swiftly through the Jingshi, every step calculated and precise. The protective spell Wangji had cast still held, but he could feel the relentless pressure against it, like a storm battering against a fortress. They had to be quick.Without hesitation, Wangji took Wei Ying's hand, and they disappeared in a flash. Wangji had to think quickly—Odin was coming, so he made the only choice he knew was right and brought them back to the house in the human world. Their arrival was chaotic; they crashed into the sofa with a loud thud while Sizhui and Jingyi were watching TV.Sizhui and Jingyi jumped to their feet, startled by the sudden appearance. "Wei Ying! Hanguang-Jun!" Sizhui exclaimed, rushing over to help them."What happened?" Jingyi asked, his eyes wide with concern.Wangji steadied himself, his grip on Wei Ying firm. "We were discovered. Odin's forces are closing in.""Sizhui, take Jingyi and go," Wangji warned, his voice firm and urgent. Every minute was precious, and if he couldn't save himself, he would ensure his family escaped."But—" Sizhui began, his face etched with worry and uncertainty."Now!" Wangji's voice left no room for argument.Sizhui hesitated for only a moment before Wangji's firm tone pushed him into action. He grabbed Jingyi's hand and pulled him towards the door. "Come on, we have to go," he urged.Jingyi looked back at Wei Ying and Wangji, his face pale with fear and confusion. "But what about—""We have to trust them," Sizhui interrupted, his voice trembling but resolute. "They'll find us. We just have to stay safe."With one last glance at the two older men, Sizhui and Jingyi dashed out of the house, their footsteps echoing down the hallway. Wangji watched them go, his heart heavy with the weight of his decision but resolute in his determination to protect them.Turning to Wei Ying, Wangji gently smiled, "You too, love. Go, run. I'll hold them off long enough for you all to get away," he said, his voice steady despite knowing that he might lose his own life."Lan Zhan..." Wei Ying's voice broke."Go. I'll find you again, do not worry. Go now," Wangji urged, his tone insistent and filled with love.Before Wangji could say anything more, Wei Ying stood up, worry etched on his face. "I can't stay, Lan Zhan. You are right.... I wish.... I.... You shouldn't have found me back, you shouldn't have come," he said, his voice shaking."Wei Ying?" Wangji's heart ached, sensing something deeply wrong."I know why I left. I...." Wei Ying was trembling. "We can't be together. Forget about me, Lan Zhan. Stay away... after this, don't try to find me... I'm so sorry... I'm sorry." Fear, sorrow, and regret flashed in his eyes as his last words died on his lips, mere whispers. He turned and ran, disappearing through the door.Wangji stood there, motionless, shocked and confused. What did Wei Ying see? What had happened? Memories of the night prior came rushing back: Wei Ying thanking him for finding him, Wei Ying happy.... How could it be so different today? Was their love cursed? He couldn't comprehend how things had turned so badly. Wangji's heart shattered, but there was no time to grieve. The footsteps of Odin's forces were growing louder, closer. He steeled himself, drawing his sword and focusing his energy. He had to buy them time, no matter the cost.The air grew heavy, and breathing became difficult. The atmosphere grew cold. Wangji knew what it meant, but he didn't move. He stood there, perfectly immobile as Odin materialized before him. The supreme chief looked exactly as Wangji had always seen him: proud and disappointed."Lan Wangji," Odin's voice thundered through the hall, reverberating off the stone walls, "you have defied the divine order."Wangji stood tall, his posture rigid yet composed, facing the imposing figure of Odin with unwavering resolve. "You were once a paragon of virtue and obedience," Odin continued, his voice cutting through the silence like a sharpened blade. "How far you have fallen."Wangji met Odin's piercing gaze without flinching, his eyes reflecting years of unwavering commitment and a love that transcended the heavens. "I sought only to protect what is dear to me," Wangji replied evenly, his voice carrying the weight of countless battles and the wisdom of ages. "Wei Ying, Sizhui, Jingyi—they are not pawns in a game of gods. They are my heart."Odin's expression darkened, his one good eye narrowing in frustration. "You speak of love as if it is a shield. It has clouded your judgment, Lan Wangji. You defy not only me but the very fabric of our existence.""I defy tyranny disguised as order," Wangji countered, each word resonating with quiet strength. "You mistake control for protection, obedience for loyalty. My duty lies not in blind allegiance, but in safeguarding those who matter most."Odin's temper flared, his imposing figure casting a long shadow across the hall. "You leave me no choice," he declared, his voice tinged with regret. "Your love has blinded you, and I cannot allow this defiance to stand."Before Wangji could react, Odin raised his hand, and a surge of divine energy crackled in the air, wrapping around Wangji like an unyielding force. The pressure was immense, threatening to overwhelm him, yet Wangji remained surprisingly calm. His thoughts drifted briefly to Wei Ying and their sons, hoping they were safe, before he closed his eyes in acceptance of whatever fate awaited him.The energy surged, binding him tighter, but Wangji did not struggle. He had made his choice, standing firm in his convictions. As the divine energy enveloped him completely, a sense of peace washed over him. In that moment, he knew that even if he was to be stripped of his divine status, his love would endure, a beacon in the darkness.But Odin didn't strip him of his divine status, nor did he kill him. Odin halted his attack, and Wangji's body plummeted to the ground, as limp as a discarded puppet. When had he started levitating? Why was the ground so distant now? He couldn't discern. All his energy seemed drained, struggling even to remain conscious."You chose defiance, and so you shall face your chosen fate. You dared to venture into the human realm behind my back, and now this realm shall be your penance. You will be barred from the divine realms, confined to this house as your prison. You will dwell among humans, unable to return to your peers or fully integrate with the inhabitants of this world. Your beloved god of the night will be near yet forever beyond your grasp, for I decree you shall not set foot outside these four walls. Your powers are no more—your butterflies and sandman abilities taken from you. Count yourself fortunate I spared your life and that of your son for your disobedience. Show compliance, and perhaps I shall consider restoring your freedom."Wangji chose silence, unsure himself if he would ever see Wei Ying again—not because he didn't desire it, but uncertain if Wei Ying would permit it.Odin's smile chilled Wangji to the bone, a sinister curl of lips that bespoke triumph long awaited. His laughter echoed wickedly, as if he relished caging Wangji. Cold fingers gripped Wangji's throat, robbing him of breath for agonizing minutes. Wangji made no move to resist; what use was there?Here's an improved version of the continuation:Thrown against the wall, Wangji's head thudded painfully, leaving him dizzy and disoriented. Yet, with nothing left to lose, did it truly matter? He remained on the ground, making no effort to sit up or rise. Amidst the confusion, thoughts of Sizhui's smile surfaced—a child's hopeful gaze fixed on him, a reminder of the fragile bond he couldn't afford to break.He couldn't die. He couldn't let Sizhui endure the heartbreak. With a resolve born from paternal love, Wangji pushed himself upright just as a piercing blue light struck his chest, forcing him back."Now you are bound to this house, Wangji. You cannot leave. If I must intervene again, I will sever your wings next time. Is that clear?" Odin's voice echoed with a cold certainty.Wangji neither nodded nor spoke. Odin didn't wait for a response, and Wangji sensed Sizhui's concerned aura reaching out to him. He couldn't risk Odin detecting it. Bowing his head, he remained motionless and silent until Odin vanished, leaving behind only a disdainful glance.Alone again in the eerie silence of his prison, Wangji closed his eyes and waited, his own powers tentatively reaching out towards the desperate aura of his son. After what felt like an eternity, Sizhui returned, tears streaking down his face. Wangji understood instantly—Sizhui had seen everything.Unable to speak, Wangji pulled his son into a tight embrace, holding him close, his hand gently stroking Sizhui's back and hair. How many times had he comforted Sizhui like this? In moments of childhood fear, longing for Wei Ying, or simply needing a father's embrace...They sat on the cold ground, Wangji's back against the unforgiving wall he had collided with earlier, Sizhui nestled against his chest, clinging to each other for solace. Sizhui's tears had subsided, but Wangji still felt an emptiness gnawing inside him. If Wei Ying wished him to let go, who was he to defy that? He couldn't erase his love or forget Wei Ying, but perhaps he could release the hope of a reunion that might never be."I thought he would kill you," Sizhui whispered softly, bringing Wangji back to the present moment."He would not. He wanted to punish my disobedience, that is all," Wangji reassured his son, finding himself in the role of comforter once again, a position that had become all too familiar of late."Why did Wei... Papa leave?" Sizhui's voice trembled with the weight of his emotions, the question striking fear into Wangji's heart. What could he say? Should he lie?"He did not wish for us to be together now that he knows why he left the first time," Wangji answered honestly, choosing not to shield Sizhui from the truth."So, he did abandon me after all..." Sizhui's voice cracked, his pain palpable. Wangji felt his own heart ache, torn between anger towards Wei Ying and a profound sense of emptiness."That is something you should discuss with him, Sizhui. I cannot help you understand while I..." Wangji began, only to be cut off abruptly."...while you don't understand either, right?" Sizhui's interruption was sharp, filled with hurt. "I heard it. He didn't explain." The conversation ended there, Wangji silent, unwilling to continue. He fought the urge to test Odin's prison, to see if he could break free, but where would he go? The Cloud Recesses were closed to him as well.Alone in his confinement, Wangji sat with his son, both grappling with their own pain and unanswered questions, surrounded by the oppressive silence of their prison.A while later, Wangji left Sizhui and Jingyi in the living room and retreated to his own room. Lying on his bed, he pondered how his luck seemed to have run out. What had Wei Ying seen? What had caused him to change his mind so swiftly? And would he ever see him again? Was today the final glimpse of Wei Ying he would ever have?The night stretched out before him, dark and lonely, echoing the emptiness that had defined his life before Wei Ying. It was a familiar ache, one he had grown accustomed to, yet tonight it felt sharper, deeper. But Wangji knew he could endure it, just as he had endured countless lonely nights before he met Wei Ying. He couldn't afford to break his son's heart too.He resolved to take each day as it came, to survive one day at a time, even as the void in his heart threatened to consume him. The pain was overwhelming, but Wangji steeled himself against it, determined to face whatever tomorrow brought. Clinging to the fragile hope that someday, somehow, he might find solace again, he closed his eyes and let the darkness of the night envelop him, bracing for the long road ahead.¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝓔𝓝𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 26¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸
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Wangji remained still, anchored to his bed by a weight he couldn't shake. He had attempted to rise, to break free from the lethargy that enveloped him, but something within him resisted. Two days earlier, yielding to Sizhui's relentless urging, he had tested the limits of Odin's curse. Every attempt to step beyond the threshold of his home had cruelly flung him back into the suffocating familiarity of his room. The walls had become his silent jailers, confining him to solitude while delegating mundane tasks to Sizhui and occasionally Jingyi.They avoided mentioning Wei Ying—his sudden absence or the void he had left behind. Wangji had strained to locate him, but the once-familiar thread connecting them had unraveled into nothingness. Even Wei Ying's apartment had yielded no trace of his presence. Odin's magic had robbed Wangji of his strength, leaving him muted and trapped. Sizhui had steadfastly refused to leave his side initially, fearing Wangji might succumb to the ache that threatened to consume him. Yet Wangji surprised him, maintaining a facade of composure, at least in Sizhui's presence.After a week, Wangji often sent Sizhui on errands and encouraged him to live his life outside the confines of the house. He could feel Sizhui's reluctance, but he managed to convince him. For Wangji, the days were monotonous, a blend of numb endurance and persistent heartache.Each day felt like a battle against the growing emptiness inside him. He lay in bed, his thoughts a swirling mix of confusion and longing. The questions haunted him—what had Wei Ying seen? Why had he left so abruptly? Would he ever see him again? The silence of the house was suffocating, filled with memories and the constant ache of loss.But Wangji endured. He clung to the hope that he could survive one day at a time, even as the hole in his heart seemed to grow larger. The nights were long and cold, mirroring his inner turmoil, but he had faced darkness before and survived. He would do so again, for Sizhui, for himself, and for the slim hope that one day, he might find peace amidst the pain.Wangji's routine became a somber rhythm, a quiet existence marked by the mundane tasks he could still perform within the confines of his prison. The walls of the house, once a sanctuary, now felt like a cage, each day blending into the next.He spent hours in silent contemplation, his mind wandering through memories of happier times. The echoes of laughter, the warmth of Wei Ying's presence, and the bond they shared seemed like distant dreams. Wangji's heart ached with each recollection, yet he held onto them, drawing strength from the love that once filled his life.Sizhui and Jingyi did their best to maintain a semblance of normalcy. They took turns bringing in groceries, preparing meals, and ensuring the household continued to function. Their presence was a comfort, a reminder that Wangji was not entirely alone, even though the emptiness persisted.One night, as Wangji lay on his bed staring at the ceiling, he heard a soft knock on his door. It was Sizhui, his face a mix of concern and determination."Father," Sizhui began, his voice gentle yet firm. "You can't stay like this forever. You need to find a way to heal, to move forward. Wei Ying... he wouldn't want you to wither away."Wangji turned his head slightly, meeting Sizhui's gaze. The pain in his son's eyes mirrored his own. "I don't know how," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper."One step at a time," Sizhui replied, taking a seat at the edge of the bed. "You taught me that. When things seem impossible, you take it one step at a time. We'll get through this together."Wangji nodded slowly, appreciating Sizhui's unwavering support. He knew his son was right. He couldn't let despair consume him. He had to find a way to move forward, even if it was just a small step each day.The next morning, Wangji decided to start with something simple. He found small ways to occupy his time. He would sit by the window, the closest he could get to the outside world, and let the sunlight wash over him. He played his guqin, the music a balm to his wounded soul, filling the house with its soothing melodies. He practiced his calligraphy at the dining table, the familiar strokes grounding him in the present. He even began to cook again, finding a sense of purpose in preparing meals for Sizhui and Jingyi.Through it all, the questions about Wei Ying's sudden departure still lingered, but Wangji focused on the present, on the things he could control. He knew that healing would take time, and some wounds might never fully mend. But with Sizhui and Jingyi by his side, he found the strength to keep going.One evening, as they sat together for dinner, Sizhui shared a piece of news that brought a glimmer of hope to Wangji's heart. "I've heard rumors," Sizhui said cautiously, "that Wei Ying might be in the distant city of Yiling. It's not confirmed, but it's something."Wangji's heart skipped a beat at the mention of Yiling, but reality quickly reasserted itself. "I can't leave this house, Sizhui," he said, his voice tinged with both longing and resignation. "Odin's power binds me here, and Wei Ying made himself clear. He doesn't want me to find him."Sizhui's expression reflected his father's sorrow. "Then we'll have to find another way. Maybe I can go to Yiling and look for him. Maybe Jingyi can help too."Wangji shook his head, a faint smile touching his lips. "Your lives shouldn't be consumed by my imprisonment and the wishes of your father. Wei Ying... if he wants to be found, he will be. For now, focus on your own lives."Sizhui nodded reluctantly, understanding the wisdom in Wangji's words but still feeling the sting of helplessness. "I'll be here, Father. We'll get through this, no matter what."Days continued to pass in their quiet, repetitive way, each one a testament to Wangji's resilience. Though confined by Odin's magic, he refused to let despair fully consume him. He clung to the knowledge that his imprisonment kept Wei Ying safe from Odin, even if it hurt.For now, Wangji would take it one day at a time, drawing strength from the love of his son and the memories that sustained him. Even within the four walls of his prison, he would find a way to survive.Sizhui and Jingyi started going out to play more often, telling stories of their little adventures later at night by the fire to an exhausted Wangji. However, it was on a Sunday morning that Wangji realized what his imprisonment truly meant. Wangji woke up alone, and the house was silent. Sizhui had been gone for two days, and Wangji hadn't really moved from his room, where he spent the days meditating. But today, it was different. He could feel that something was off, something felt different in him. He rushed out of his room, half-dressed, looking like a madman as he frantically checked all the windows. He couldn't see anything, but he could feel it—something was not right.Minutes passed, then hours, but still nothing was happening outside. Just as he was about to think he had gone completely mad, he saw a flash of white before a loud scream pierced his ears. He rushed to the front door, pushing it open, and stood there in shock.Sizhui hit the ground with a loud thud. Behind him stood the god of the sun,Su Minshan, looking proud and triumphant. Seeing his son's lifeless body sent Wangji into a frenzy. He tried stepping out, but as before, he found himself spiraling between the door and the living room. Su Minshan sensed Wangji's desperate attempts to break free of the house and laughed."Oh dear god of the moon, aren't you now the lion in a cage? I've been waiting for my revenge, year after year, watching you," Su Minshan taunted.Wangji ignored him, working harder, doubling all his spiritual energy to break free."You're still ignoring me in such a situation?""Sue she, what are you trying to prove?" Wangji asked, his voice strained."Oh, nothing," Su Minshan replied with a sneer. "I'm just following Odin's orders. Your son is a nuisance. We all know that you sewed him a golden core—or should I say a white core—from the moon's filament, something that allows him to cultivate. However, he will never be as strong as a real god. He is just a mere human. So it is time I send him back to his parents, with Hel."Wangji's heart pounded with fury and fear. He could see Sizhui's lifeless form lying on the ground, and the sight fueled his determination. He focused all his remaining energy on breaking the enchantment that held him captive. He felt the magical bonds tighten around him, but he pushed harder, feeling them strain and crack under the force of his will."Leave him out of this," Wangji demanded, his voice a growl of anger and desperation."Why should I? He's a pawn in this game, just like you," Su Minshan retorted, his eyes gleaming with malice.With a final surge of energy, Wangji felt the bonds shatter. He stumbled out of the house, the magical restraints no longer holding him back. He rushed to Sizhui's side, his heart aching with every step.As he reached Sizhui, he knelt down and gathered his son in his arms. Sizhui's breathing was faint, but he was alive. Relief washed over Wangji, but it was short-lived as he felt Su Minshan's presence looming behind him."You think you can defy Odin's will and escape unscathed?" Su Minshan's voice was cold and mocking.Wangji stood, shielding Sizhui with his own body. "I will protect my son, no matter what it takes."Su Minshan laughed, a cruel, heartless sound. "We'll see how long you can keep that promise, moon god. Your punishment has only just begun."Wangji tightened his grip on Sizhui, his resolve unbroken. He would find a way to protect his son and survive, even if it meant facing the wrath of gods. "You may not realize it now, but I'm feeling generous, so I'll warn you, Lan Wangji," Su Minshan's voice dripped with false kindness. "First, you're bleeding from the nose. Second, your spiritual energy is unbalanced. And third, the longer you resist, the deeper Odin's curse will carve into your bones like a relentless illness, weakening you."Wangji's voice remained icy and resolute. "I care not for your warnings. You will not lay a hand on him."Su Minshan's laughter reverberated through the air, cold and mocking. "Such bravado. Do you truly believe you can withstand Odin's curse and protect your son? You are a fool, Lan Wangji."Wangji stood firm, his eyes blazing with determination despite the effects of Odin's curse gnawing at him: blood trickling from his nose, his spiritual energy fluctuating, and the heaviness in his bones growing. Yet, he pushed aside the pain, focusing solely on shielding Sizhui."You underestimate a father's love," Wangji declared unwaveringly. "I will protect him, no matter the cost."Su Minshan's expression hardened. "Very well, then. Let us see how long your resolve lasts."With a flick of his wrist, Su Minshan unleashed a wave of scorching light toward Wangji and Sizhui. Wangji reacted swiftly, summoning the remnants of his spiritual energy to erect a protective barrier. The impact staggered him, but he held fast, shielding Sizhui from harm.Panting, Wangji tightened his grip on his son. His energy buzzed, unstable and halved, yet he persisted.Sizhui's eyes fluttered open, a mix of fear and determination in his gaze. "Father...""It's alright," Wangji reassured him, his voice strained. "Try to reach the house and hide.""I can't..." Sizhui's raspy voice, filled with regret, pierced Wangji's heart.But Su Minshan pressed on, relentless. "You're fighting a losing battle, moon god. Your power wanes, and soon you'll be nothing but a shadow of your former self." He chuckled darkly. "They called you the most powerful god in the realm, yet your power is finite, and I'll shatter it to the ground. He may have asked for the son, but killing both? Now that's entertainment, don't you agree?"Wangji's vision blurred, but he forced himself to remain upright, to continue the fight. Drawing on his last reserves of strength, he summoned his spiritual energy in a final, desperate push. The air crackled with power, a fleeting hope that he might break free from Odin's grasp.Yet, Odin's magic held a relentless grip. With a cry of anguish, Wangji felt his strength fail, and he managed to take Sizhui back with him,as they fell back into the house, the door slamming shut behind them. Wangji collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath, the curse's weight pressing down like a vise.Su Minshan's laughter echoed cruelly. "I warned you, Lan Wangji. This is your fate. Accept it. But, in my kindness, I'll face you inside your prison, so no one can claim I struck you at your weakest."Struggling to his feet, Wangji's body trembled with exhaustion. Trapped though he was, he refused to surrender to despair. Sizhui's safety remained his sole reason to fight."Sizhui," he whispered urgently, drawing his son into a tight embrace. "Go and hide. Use your core to conceal your spiritual presence."Sizhui nodded, though his eyes were wide with fear and uncertainty. "Yes, Father," he whispered, his voice trembling but resolute. He took a step back, focusing his energy to cloak his spiritual presence, making himself invisible to Su Minshan.Su Minshan watched with a cruel smile, clearly amused by the effort. "Hide all you want, little one. It won't change the outcome."Wangji ignored him, his focus entirely on Sizhui. "Go now. Find a safe place and stay there until it's over."As Sizhui disappeared from sight, Wangji turned his attention back to Su Minshan who entered the house too. Despite the crushing weight of Odin's curse, he stood tall, his eyes filled with unyielding resolve."You will not touch my son," he repeated, his voice steady. "I won't allow it."Su Minshan smirked. "Such noble words. Let's see how long you can hold onto them."The god of the sun stepped forward, the room heating up with his presence. Wangji braced himself, drawing on every last reserve of his strength. He knew this would be a fight unlike any he had faced before—confined, weakened, but with everything to lose.Su Minshan attacked first, sending a barrage of fiery orbs toward Wangji. Wangji summoned his guqin, its familiar weight a comfort in his hands, and played a defensive melody. The music formed a barrier, absorbing the flames, but the effort took its toll. Blood trickled from his nose, his vision swam, but he held firm."Impressive," Su Minshan mocked. "But how long can you keep this up?"Wangji didn't answer. Instead, he shifted to an offensive tune, sending waves of spiritual energy toward Su Minshan. The god of the sun laughed, deflecting the attack with ease."You've lost your edge, Lan Wangji. Odin's curse has done its work well."Despite the taunts, Wangji fought on, his movements precise and deliberate. Every note from his guqin was a testament to his determination. He knew he couldn't win by sheer force; he had to outlast, outthink, and outmaneuver his opponent.Minutes felt like hours as the battle raged on. Wangji's energy was nearly depleted, his body screaming in pain, but he refused to give up. He thought of Sizhui, of the life they had built, and found strength in that love.Finally, with one last, desperate surge of power, Wangji played a piercing note that reverberated through the room. The soundwave hit Su Minshan with unexpected force, knocking him back.For a moment, the god of the sun looked genuinely surprised. But then he smiled, a cold, calculating expression. "You still have some fight in you, I see. But it's not enough."Before Wangji could react, Su Minshanaunched a final, devastating attack. The room exploded in light and heat, and Wangji felt himself being thrown back. He hit the ground hard, the world spinning around him.Su Minshan stood over him, victorious. "This is the end, Lan Wangji."But just as he raised his hand for the killing blow, a sudden burst of energy filled the room. Wangji felt warmth enveloping him like never before, overpowering even Su Minshan's assault. His strength wavered, slipping away as darkness claimed him. His final thoughts were of Sizhui, and for the first time in a long while, he allowed himself to believe that they would be okay. ¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝓔𝓝𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 27¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸
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Slowly, Wangji emerged, his vision still a bit blurry. Panic surged through him as he tried to sit up, but then he realized he was in a bed. This meant that Su She had either left or died. Relief followed, and he closed his eyes, losing consciousness once more.The second time he woke, his vision was clear, allowing him to sit up and look around.The bed sheets bore the Cloud Recesses emblem, the famous Gusu Lan Clan one. His hair was undone, and he was in his room in the Jingshi."Didn't Odin forbid me from coming here again? Was he the one who saved us?" The questions flashed through his mind. He stood up, searching for Sizhui but his reflection in the mirror stopped him. Aside from his undone hair and the absence of the blue gentians that usually adorned it, his forehead ribbon was in place, though he remembered not wearing it. His Gusu Lan Clan clothes were neatly folded on a chair next to the mirror. He dressed quietly and exited the room through the open door eager to understand the situation.The living room of the Jingshi was silent. Two dishes sat on the table, untouched. Soft, nearly imperceptible cries came from Sizhui's room. Was his son crying? He slowly made his way towards the sounds. Someone was shushing while a child sobbed. Wangji felt a strange sense of familiarity. He tried to push the door open, only to realize his hand passed through it. Was he a ghost? What was happening?"Shh, A-Yuan, it will be fine," a voice—his voice—said.Curious, Wangji decided to go through the door, deciding to ponder the reason for his newfound ability later. The scene before him was painfully familiar. A younger Wangji, his back still covered in blood from being whipped, cradled a crying A-Yuan. It was the second night after they had returned to the Jingshi. A-Yuan was still terrified of abandonment, waking up crying and screaming. In his rush to comfort him, Wangji had reopened his wounds. Seeing how his younger self soothed Sizhui, how much his humming and rocking had meant to the boy, brought tears to his eyes.Just as he wondered why he was seeing this, the scene began to change before him. Another memory formed, this one from before A-Yuan. Wei Ying was brushing Wangji's hair, talking animatedly about his recent night hunt with some disciples, while younger Wangji listened. After oiling his hair and placing the blue gentians back in it, Wei Ying sat down next to Wangji, taking his hand in his own.Wangji walked closer, facing the couple. Young Wangji kissed Wei Ying's cheek and whispered his love. Wangji smiled—they truly looked like teens in love, without a care in the world. Wei Ying grinned brightly before playfully tackling younger Wangji, pushing him onto his back. Just as he was being kissed, the scene blurred once more.When it cleared again, it was another scene with A-Yuan. This time, the child was a bit older and Wangji had healed. Young Wangji was teaching him music near the rabbits, but A-Yuan was more interested in the rabbits than in the guqin. However, both Wangji and his younger self could see how hard A-Yuan was trying to stay focused, still scared that if he didn't meet Wangji's expectations, he would be left alone once more. When his younger self finally gave him permission to run with the rabbits, A-Yuan didn't hesitate, chasing the fluffy creatures in pure delight.Both he and his younger self watched the child with love and adoration in their eyes. Wangji's heart swelled as he saw the pure, unguarded joy on A-Yuan's face. He remembered the patience it took to assure the boy that he was loved unconditionally, and seeing this memory filled him with pride and tenderness."You have many happy and sorrowful memories, dear God of the Moon," a voice said, jolting Wangji out of his reverie. He turned to find Mianmian standing there, a soft smile on her lips."I should have known," he simply said."What?" she asked, smiling wider. "You're the one who entered my realm without permission," she said."I am sorry, I don't know what is happening," he explained."You fainted or something and sent your soul into the realm of memories, Hanguang Jun," she gently explained. "I do not mind. You are far more pleasant than any other hypocrites.""Thank you, Goddess of Memories," he said. "Was it you that changed the memories?" he asked."No, it was you. I tried keeping you in your second memory to talk with you, but you forced me to let you change it, as if you were running away from those particular memories," she explained."I see. I do enjoy remembering small and cute A-Yuan," he said, fully aware that it wasn't the real reason he avoided the memory with Wei Ying; it still hurts him too much."He was a bubbly child, and now his death glare is scarier than yours," she said, laughing."How can I leave?" Wangji chose to ignore her little jabs."Once you have seen the memories you wish to see and understood what you need to understand.""Can you not just send me back?""No, that is the rule of this kingdom. Believe me, you don't want to leave before it decides, or else you'll not only lose that particular memory but all of the ones concerning your son and lover.""Hmm.""Do you want me to accompany you through them?" she asked."That is fine, Mianmian. I want to see them by myself.""Fine, but try not to run away from each one. It is important that you see them all."Wangji took a deep breath and nodded. He knew Mianmian was right. Running away from his memories wouldn't help him. He needed to face them, no matter how painful they were.He walked through the mist that had enveloped him, feeling it swirl around him as it led him to the next memory. The scene slowly cleared, revealing a forest. It was the night of their first night hunt together. The air was thick with tension, the scent of blood and fire heavy around them.Young Wangji stood protectively in front of Wei Ying, who was wounded from rushing in to fight the giants without much thought. Despite his injuries, Wei Ying remained defiant, facing their attackers fearlessly. Wangji's heart ached as he watched the desperate battle, the fierce determination in their eyes, and the unspoken love that connected them even in the face of death. They were both ready to sacrifice everything for each other.The scene shifted again, pulling him to another memory. This time, it was a peaceful one. He was in the Jingshi, tending to Wei Ying's wounds. Wei Ying winced as Wangji applied a healing salve, but he didn't complain. Instead, he looked up at Wangji with a mischievous smile."You're getting better at this, Lan Zhan," Wei Ying teased. "Maybe you should consider becoming a healer instead of a cultivator."Wangji couldn't help but smile back. "And who would protect you if I did that?"Wei Ying laughed softly. "I suppose you're right. We make a good team, don't we?"Wangji's heart tightened as he remembered this moment. The love and trust they shared were so palpable, so real. It hurt to remember, but it was also a reminder of why he had fought so hard to keep Wei Ying safe.As the memory faded, Wangji felt a sense of resolve. He couldn't change the past, but he could honor it by cherishing the memories he had and learning from them. He understood now that facing these memories was not just about reliving the past, but about accepting it, with all its pain and joy, to find peace within himself. He had to stop blaming himself for what had happened to Wei Ying.The mist swirled again, leading him to yet another memory. This time, it was a quiet evening in the Jingshi. A-Yuan, now Sizhui, was sitting beside Wangji, playing a simple melody on his dizi. Wangji watched with pride as his son's music filled the room."You've come a long way, A-Yuan," Wangji said softly.Sizhui looked up, his eyes filled with warmth. "Thank you, Father. I couldn't have done it without you."Wangji's heart swelled with love and gratitude. His son, his pride, and his love. He had done his best to provide A-Yuan with everything he had lacked at his age. His son had always been understanding, grateful, even supportive of Wangji's love, even if it meant enduring pain from that same love. Wangji's heart twisted painfully as memories flooded back. The scene changed, and Wangji felt some frustration at being led to memories after memories like a simple wtiness. This time, he found himself once more with Wei Ying, his heart aching once more at the sight of his lost love. They lay under the stars, promising each other eternity, love, family, and more. It had been filled with love, tender touches, kisses, and hugs. It was also the last night they spent together while A-Yuan slept, before Wei Ying decided to leave them both.Wei Ying hadn't seemed like someone who would leave. Wangji studied him closely in his memory. Wei Ying had looked happy and content in his arms, gazing at the moon and then at Wangji, as if they were one. He looked like someone who would return from a mission, not someone who would break Wangji's heart.As Wangji reached out to touch Wei Ying, the scene dissolved, and he felt as though the ground had disappeared beneath him. He landed on his bed, the room dark and quiet. Wangji didn't need light to know which memory this was. It was a few weeks after Wei Ying had disappeared. A-Yuan was with his brother, and Wangji had been alone in the house.At first, Wangji had acted as though A-Yuan was still present, maintaining rigid control over his emotions buried beneath layers of self-discipline. But while cleaning that day, he stumbled upon one of Wei Ying's paintings—a simple white rabbit in black ink. The sight caused Wangji to lose his balance, collapsing to his knees. It felt as if Wei Ying was sending him a silent signal, reassuring him that he was alive and waiting.Wangji cradled the painting, tears streaming down his face. The depth of his love and the pain of separation merged into an overwhelming torrent of emotion. He whispered into the empty room, "Wei Ying, I will find you. No matter how long it takes, I will find you.Wangji smiled faintly, reflecting on how mistaken he had been—so very mistaken. He shifted closer to the edge of the bed, recalling the scene vividly. He saw himself kneeling on the ground, head bowed, back hunched as silent tears streamed down his face, muttering apologies to a ghost.Footsteps echoed in the house, followed by a small voice saying, "Baba?" His younger self swiftly hid the drawing, straightened up, wiped away tears, took a deep breath to steady himself and forced a gentle smile before replying, "In the room, my love," as if he hadn't been crying or he hadn't spend his day punishing himself in grief and sorrow.The toddler entered the room, dressed in miniature Lan robes. "Look, Baba, they're like yours!" he exclaimed cheerfully, twirling around to show off his new clothes."A-Yuan looks like an angel," Wangji replied softly."I look just like Baba!" the child declared joyfully. "Uncle said I'm a mini version of you! Look, look!" He jumped excitedly in front of young Lan Wangji.From his position on the bed, Wangji watched his younger self smiling at Sizhui and he found himself crying for the first time in ages. Tears flowed freely for A-Yuan and for himself, yet he harbored no regrets. He would have done this all over again, just for his son."You're a Lan; of course, you would look like me," his younger self remarked."YESSS!" A-Yuan hugged him tightly, but the scene shifted once more. Wangji wiped away his tears and braced himself for the next memory, unsure if it would bring pain or solace.Wangji heard soft crying before the scene came into focus. A young A-Yuan, around six years old, was on the bed, trying to stifle his sobs.Wangji hesitated for a moment, questioning if this memory truly belonged to him. Before he could ponder further, the door cracked open."A-Yuan?" Wangji's own voice from the past echoed.A-Yuan pressed his hands harder over his mouth, attempting to stifle his cries more effectively. Wangji approached and sat beside him. "You don't have to speak, my love, but please don't cover your mouth like that. It's important to breathe properly," he gently advised.A-Yuan released his hands, and his cries and hiccups became audible. Wangji took his son's small hand in his own and sat quietly, giving A-Yuan the time and space to calm down."Do you want to talk now?" Wangji asked after a few minutes.Wangji moved to the other side, gently stroking his boy's hair even though his hand passed through A-Yuan, who couldn't feel it. His younger self remained in the same position, still holding A-Yuan's hand. Young Wangji already knew what had happened before his son spoke."I'm not like anyone here, I'm just a boy," A-Yuan sniffled."What do you mean? There are lots of boys here," Wangji said softly."No! I don't... I..." A-Yuan grew frustrated trying to express himself."Is it about powers?" young Wangji gently interjected.A-Yuan nodded. "I don't have any! And... they said you kept me... out of pity? That I'm weak. Useless""Hmm, I see. A-Yuan, I kept you because I love you," Wangji reassured him. "There's no other reason but my love for my little boy."The child nodded, and Wangji continued, "You have no powers because you're human. Being a human does make you weaker than your pair but that does not mean you are useless. You are just perfect as you are, you are my son. But since it affects you that much, I will see what I can do to help you. No more tears now; you're a strong boy." He lifted A-Yuan and held him against his chest.Wangji stood there, observing himself hugging Sizhui, the little boy who would grow into the amazing teenager he is now. He knew that after this night, he would spend hours and days in the library researching and learning how to help his son.And as if his memory cooperated with him, the scene shifted again to the living room months after the previous encounter. A seven-year-old A-Yuan, brimming with excitement, stood with a healer, Xichen, and a concerned Wangji. The healer administered a potion, and soon, the young child passed out in Xichen's arms."Wangji, are you sure about this?" Xichen asked, his worry evident."It will work, and he will have an easier life among the children here," Wangji replied confidently."If Wei Ying doesn't...""Wei Ying will," Wangji interrupted firmly. "I have faith in him, whether he left on his own or not. I trust him with this."Wangji observed his younger self using his powers, detaching filaments of moonlight. Long, thin strings slowly entered the sleeping child's body. After a while, Wangji saw some of his own powers leave the center of his body—where his golden core lay—to join the threads of moon essence, forming a core inside his son's body. It wasn't a golden core, but a moonlit core. It would function similarly, though it would require a bit of Wei Ying's essence for permanence; otherwise, Wangji would need to recharge it on full moon nights. "This shall be enough" Xichen told his younger self"It is enough, he is a child" Wangji agreed"but Wangji, are you sure? won't it..' "It is fine brother, it will diminish my powers a little but nothing that would be noticeable." Young wangji explainedHe had forgotten this moment. Looking at his younger self completing the task, Wangji felt pride and happiness. His trust in his family was unwavering, and he had chosen this path without hesitation. In recent days, Wangji had forgotten how to feel this way. He had forgotten that these memories, both joyful and painful, were an integral part of him. They had shaped him into the person he was today. Realizing this, he understood that accepting all these memories, embracing them wholly, was the key to finding peace within himself and with Wei Ying's choices.With newfound clarity, Wangji stood in the midst of the misty realm, contemplating the nature of this place. The realm of memories was not merely a passive landscape but an active domain shaped by his own consciousness and emotional state. The mist, ever-shifting, seemed to respond to his will, bending and swirling as he focused on his intentions.He decided to take control, guiding himself to a specific memory that had been on his mind—a memory he loved remembering. He closed his eyes and concentrated, envisioning the memory he wanted to revisit.The mist began to swirl more rapidly, its movements reflecting Wangji’s will. He reached out mentally, grasping at the tendrils of fog that seemed to resonate with his focus. Slowly, the swirling mist coalesced, forming the familiar contours of the memory he sought.The scene began to materialize before him. It was a quiet, serene evening in the Jingshi. The setting was the garden, bathed in the soft glow of twilight. Wangji saw himself, older now, walking with a younger A-Yuan, who was still just a child at this time. It was a few days after Wangji had created A-Yuan's silver core. The memory unfolded with a gentle grace. Wangji watched as his younger self, carrying a lantern, guided A-Yuan through the garden. The child's face was lit with wonder as he looked up at the twinkling stars and the delicate, blooming flowers around them."Dad, why do flowers bloom?" young A-Yuan asked, his voice filled with curiosity.Wangji, smiling softly, replied, "Flowers bloom to share their beauty with the world. They are a reminder that even in the darkest times, there is always something to bring light and joy."The younger A-Yuan’s eyes sparkled as he looked up at his father, absorbing the wisdom. "And people? Do people have a purpose like flowers?"Wangji's heart ached at the purity of his son's question. "People do. We each have our own light to share, our own way to bring joy and kindness into the world. Just like flowers, our light can brighten someone else's day."As the memory continued, Wangji saw himself kneeling beside A-Yuan, carefully tending to a patch of flowers. The garden was alive with color, the petals catching the last rays of the setting sun. His younger self was gentle and deliberate, teaching A-Yuan the delicate art of nurturing the plants. In this serene moment, Wangji's current self observed with bittersweet nostalgia. The simplicity and tranquility of their shared activity spoke to a time when life had seemed less complicated, when the greatest concerns were the health of the flowers and the growth of a child’s understanding. Wangji recalled how these lessons in the garden were meant to instill values in A-Yuan—lessons of patience, resilience, and the beauty of nurturing something with love.The warmth of the scene contrasted sharply with the turbulence of the present. He saw his younger self’s face illuminated by the soft glow of the lantern, his eyes reflecting a deep well of affection and hope. Each tender touch to the flowers, each gentle word spoken, was a building block in the foundation of A-Yuan's character.As he grappled with these conflicting emotions, an unexpected sensation overwhelmed him. His legs began to weaken, and he felt an unsteadying dizziness that made his balance falter. The sensation of falling was disorienting, and the descent seemed to stretch out, elongating into an almost surreal experience.The ground beneath him appeared to recede slowly, as if time itself had slowed. Wangji reached out instinctively, his hands slicing through the mist that seemed to thicken around him, adding to the disorienting effect. The mist itself swirled in patterns that grew more chaotic, as though mirroring his internal turmoil.His fall felt drawn out, each second stretching into an eternity. ¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝓔𝓝𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 1¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸
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As the mist swirled around him, Wangji found himself pulled into another memory, one that he had both dreaded and cherished. The scene slowly came into focus, revealing a dimly lit room in the Jingshi. It was a few weeks after his punishment. Wangji had been punished for his defiance, stripped of his titles, and confined to the Cloud Recesses. The weight of responsibility for A-Yuan had fallen solely on his shoulders.The memory began with Wangji sitting on the edge of a small bed, his shoulders slumped with exhaustion. The room was dim, the soft glow of a single lantern casting long shadows on the walls, while the air was thick with the scent of incense—an attempt to bring some peace to the troubled household. A-Yuan, barely five years old, lay beside him, clutching a small wooden rabbit toy that Wei Ying had carved for him. Though simple, the toy was a cherished keepsake, a symbol of happier times now seemingly lost.The child's cheeks were wet with tears, his tiny body wracked with sobs that seemed too big for someone so small. "Baba, where's Diedie?" A-Yuan's voice trembled, filled with confusion and fear. His large, tear-filled eyes looked up at Wangji, seeking answers that Wangji himself struggled to provide. "Why isn't he coming back?"Wangji's heart ached with a pain that felt almost unbearable. Each tear that fell from A-Yuan's eyes seemed to cut into him, a constant reminder of the void Wei Ying had left behind. He reached out, his hand shaking slightly, and gently wiped the tears from A-Yuan's cheeks. "Diedie had to go away for a while, A-Yuan. But he loves you very much and will always be in our hearts until he comes back."A-Yuan's sobs only intensified, his small fists clutching Wangji's robes desperately. "I want Diedie! I want him now!" His cries were heart-wrenching, a raw expression of the loss and abandonment he felt. Despite all his efforts, Wangji felt powerless.Wangji gathered the child into his arms, holding him tightly against his chest. He could feel A-Yuan's small, trembling body, the rapid heartbeat echoing against his own. "I know, A-Yuan. I miss him too. But we have to be strong, for him and for each other." His voice was steady, but the emotional weight behind it was immense.As Wangji gently rocked A-Yuan, memories of Wei Ying flooded his mind—how Wei Ying had comforted their son with stories and laughter, how his presence had filled their home with warmth. Now, that warmth was gone, leaving behind a cold void that Wangji struggled to fill alone. The responsibility was almost too much to bear, yet he knew he had to remain strong for A-Yuan's sake. A lump rose in his throat, but he forced it down, his resolve firm even as his heart ached with the loneliness of his new reality.The room was quiet except for A-Yuan's soft cries and the distant sounds of the night outside. Wangji whispered soothing words, his voice steady but filled with a sorrow that mirrored his son's. He spoke of the happy times they had shared with Wei Ying, trying to bring some comfort to A-Yuan's troubled heart."Do you remember the time Diedie took us to the river to catch fireflies?" Wangji asked softly, his fingers gently stroking A-Yuan's hair. "He showed you how to make a lantern out of leaves. You were so excited, and your lantern shone the brightest."A-Yuan's sobs began to quiet down, the memory of that night slowly calming him. He nodded against Wangji's chest, his grip on the wooden rabbit loosening slightly. "Diedie said fireflies are like little stars that come to visit us," he whispered, his voice still trembling.Wangji smiled faintly, though the ache in his heart remained. "That's right, A-Yuan. And just like those fireflies, Diedie's love is always with us, even when we can't see him."After a while, A-Yuan’s breathing began to even out, his tears gradually stopping, Wangji continued to hold him, feeling the child’s weight grow heavier as he started to fall asleep. He hummed a soft lullaby, hoping it would bring A-Yuan the peace he needed.When A-Yuan finally drifted off, Wangji gently laid him back down on the bed, tucking the blankets around him with care. He stayed by his side, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest in the now quiet and still room. The weight of his responsibility pressed down on him, but he knew he couldn’t afford to falter. For A-Yuan's sake, he had to be both father and mother, protector and comforter.Leaning down, Wangji placed a gentle kiss on A-Yuan’s forehead. “Goodnight, my precious boy,” he whispered. “We’ll get through this together.”The memory shifted to a few weeks later. Wangji was in the kitchen, struggling to prepare a meal. The small room was dimly lit, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows on the walls. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and burnt food, an indication of Wangji's inexperience in domestic tasks. He had never been skilled in the kitchen; that had always been the cook’s domain. Now, confined to the Cloud Recesses and as part of his punishment, he had to prepare their own meals.Wangji stood over the stove, his brow furrowed in concentration as he stirred a pot of rice. His normally graceful movements were awkward and hesitant, the unfamiliarity of the task evident in every motion. The rice was sticking to the bottom of the pot, the smell of burning grains mingling with the faint scent of the undercooked vegetables he had hastily chopped and tossed into a pan.Across the room, A-Yuan sat at the small wooden table, his eyes red and swollen from crying. His small frame seemed even smaller in the oversized chair, his shoulders hunched as he clutched his beloved wooden rabbit toy. He watched Wangji with a mixture of curiosity and sadness, his young mind struggling to understand the changes that had come upon their lives.Wangji's frustration and helplessness were overwhelming. His hands shook slightly as he turned off the stove and transferred the food onto two plates. He took a deep breath before he turned, his eyes meeting A-Yuan's with a pained expression. “A-Yuan, I’m sorry,” he said softly, placing the poorly prepared meal in front of the child. “I’m trying my best.”A-Yuan looked at the food, then back at Wangji, his lip quivering. “It’s okay, Baba. I know you’re trying.”Wangji could see how A-Yuan tried his best to be strong for Wangji and tears welled up in Wangji's eyes, but he blinked them away, unwilling to let his son see his weakness. He had to be strong, for A-Yuan's sake. He reached out and gently ruffled the boy's hair, a gesture of affection and reassurance. "Thank you, A-Yuan. Let's eat."Wangji picked up his chopsticks and began to eat, the burnt taste of the rice and the crunch of the undercooked vegetables a harsh reminder of his shortcomings. A-Yuan followed suit, his small hands trembling as he tried to mimic Wangji's movements. Despite the poor quality of the meal, A-Yuan ate without complaint, just as Wangji had taught him. His eyes occasionally flicked up to watch Wangji, seeking comfort in his presence even in the silence that hung between them.Wangji's mind, however, was elsewhere, racing with thoughts of Wei Ying and the life they had lost. He missed Wei Ying's laughter, his warmth, and the way he had always known how to make everything better. Most of all, he missed the joy and light Wei Ying had brought into their lives—light that now seemed dimmed by his absence. The emptiness that had settled in their home since Wei Ying's departure was palpable, and Wangji felt its weight pressing down on his heart with every passing day.After the meal, Wangji cleared the table and washed the dishes, his movements slow and methodical, as if going through the motions could somehow bring back the comfort he longed for. A-Yuan watched him with tired eyes, the day's events weighing heavily on his small shoulders. The child seemed to understand the unspoken grief that hung in the air, even if he couldn’t fully grasp its depth.When Wangji finally finished, he turned to A-Yuan and offered him a small, weary smile. "Come, A-Yuan. It's time for bed," he said, holding out his hand.A-Yuan took his hand, his small fingers curling around Wangji's larger ones. Together, they walked to A-Yuan's room, the shadows lengthening on the walls as the candlelight flickered. Wangji helped A-Yuan into bed, pulling the blankets up to his chin and tucking him in with care."Goodnight, A-Yuan," Wangji whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "I love you.""I love you too, Baba," A-Yuan murmured, his eyes already closing with exhaustion.Wangji sat beside him, watching as his breathing deepened and he drifted off to sleep. The room soon fell silent, save for the sound of A-Yuan's steady breathing—a soothing rhythm that brought a small measure of comfort to Wangji's troubled heart.As days turned into weeks, Wangji found himself spending countless hours in the library, poring over ancient texts on child-rearing and cooking. The library, usually a sanctuary of knowledge and peace, had become a place of desperate hope for him. He was determined to learn anything that could help him take better care of A-Yuan. He scoured through volumes of scrolls, some brittle with age, filled with wisdom on how to nurture a child's growth, health, and well-being. Recipes were meticulously copied into a notebook, his brush strokes steady yet filled with an urgency and determination that belied his outward calm.The isolation was crushing. The Cloud Recesses, once a place of solace, now felt like a prison. The judgmental whispers of the other disciples echoed through the halls, their voices a constant reminder of his fallen status. They saw him as a fallen hero, a man who had defied the clan's rules and paid the price. Each whisper, each sideways glance, added to the weight on his shoulders, deepening the sense of loneliness that had taken root in his heart.Later, during the night, the Jingshi was cloaked in silence. Wangji sat alone at the low wooden table, papers strewn before him. These were not the scrolls of a cultivator, but recipes and child-rearing advice he had painstakingly copied from the library. His normally steady hands trembled with fatigue and uncertainty as he traced the characters with his brush, the ink slowly seeping into the parchment.A tiny, muffled cry pierced the quiet night. Wangji's head snapped up, his heart lurching. He hurried to A-Yuan's room, his footsteps silent on the wooden floor despite his urgency. A-Yuan lay tangled in his blankets, tears streaming down his cheeks. The sight of his son's distress tore at Wangji's heart.A-Yuan often had nightmares, waking up screaming for Wei Ying. Wangji gathered him into his arms, holding him close. "It's okay, A-Yuan," he whispered, his voice steady despite the pain that knotted in his chest. "Baba is here. I won't let anything happen to you."In these moments, Wangji felt the full weight of Wei Ying’s absence. The nights were the hardest, filled with A-Yuan’s cries and Wangji’s silent tears, his heart aching with a longing that he knew could never be fully healed. Yet, he remained strong for A-Yuan, carrying the love they both had for Wei Ying, and using it to comfort his son as best he could."Baba... Diedie... I want Diedie," A-Yuan whimpered in his sleep, caught in the throes of a nightmare.The plea cut through Wangji like a blade.He gently scooped the small, trembling body into his arms, cradling A-Yuan against his chest. Rocking him slowly, he began to hum a soft lullaby. "Hush, A-Yuan. Baba is here. I won't let anything hurt you."The lullaby was one Wei Ying had often sung, and the familiar melody seemed to soothe A-Yuan. Wangji's voice cracked with the weight of his own sorrow, but he continued singing until A-Yuan’s sobs quieted and he drifted back into an uneasy sleep.Wangji laid A-Yuan back down and sat beside him, unable to leave. He watched the child’s chest rise and fall, his own heart aching with a profound sense of loss and responsibility. How could he fill the void Wei Ying had left? How could he be both father and mother, protector and comforter, to this innocent child? He wished he could take all the pain unto himself and shield A-Yuan from the agony of missing his other parent.As dawn slowly broke, its first light casting long shadows across the room, Wangji’s eyes were heavy with exhaustion. Yet he remained vigilant, a silent guardian against the fears that plagued A-Yuan's sleep.One night, after yet another harrowing nightmare, A-Yuan clung to Wangji, his small body trembling with fear. "Baba, will Diedie ever come back?"Wangji’s voice cracked as he whispered, "I don't know, A-Yuan. But we have to hope. We have to believe that one day, we’ll be together again."These nights were the hardest. Each nightmare, each cry for Wei Ying, was a painful reminder of the void in their lives. Wangji’s own heartache was pushed aside, his sole focus on comforting and protecting A-Yuan. The bond between them grew stronger with each passing day to his delight.As Wangji, now an observer of these memories, reached out to touch his past self and the child, the mist swirled around him once more, pulling him into another scene. This time, the memory was of A-Yuan’s first day of lessons with the other children. Wangji had dressed him in traditional Lan robes, the smallest size still too large for his tiny frame. The oversized robes emphasized A-Yuan’s small stature, making him seem even more vulnerable.They walked together to the training grounds, Wangji’s hand steady and reassuring on A-Yuan’s shoulder. The morning air was crisp, the distant hum of cicadas mingling with the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. Wangji could feel the tension radiating from A-Yuan, each step he took heavier than the last.As they approached the group of children, Wangji couldn’t help but notice the curious and judgmental glances cast their way. The other children whispered among themselves, eyes tracking A-Yuan’s every move. Some pointed discreetly, their expressions a mix of curiosity and skepticism. The weight of their scrutiny bore down on A-Yuan, who clung tighter to Wangji’s hand, his small face growing pale and tense.Wangji knelt to meet his son’s gaze, his voice calm and steady, a beacon of reassurance. “You’ll do well, A-Yuan. Remember, you are brave and strong. I am always with you, even when you can’t see me.”A-Yuan nodded, his lower lip trembling as he tried to muster a brave smile. “I’ll try my best, Baba.”As the lesson began, Wangji stood at a distance, his eyes never leaving A-Yuan. He watched anxiously as his son struggled to keep up with the rigorous training. The exercises demanded precision and strength that A-Yuan had yet to develop. The other children moved with practiced ease, their laughter and chatter a stark contrast to A-Yuan's silent determination. Only Jingyi attempted to engage A-Yuan, his lighthearted banter met with a focused, unresponsive demeanor as A-Yuan concentrated on the lesson.Wangji’s heart clenched each time A-Yuan stumbled, his small body unable to match the physically taxing drills. Though A-Yuan was only human, Wangji felt a deep sense of pride for his son’s perseverance and hard work.The other children's laughter stung like arrows, each giggle a reminder of A-Yuan’s struggle and difference. Yet through it all, A-Yuan would glance back at Wangji, seeking silent encouragement. Wangji’s unwavering presence, his calm and steady gaze, became A-Yuan’s anchor. With each glance, Wangji offered a slight nod, a subtle smile, silently communicating his pride and support—something Wangji himself had sorely missed during his own childhood.Weeks turned into months, and the memory shifted, revealing various moments of progress and setbacks. Wangji recalled the countless evenings spent practicing with A-Yuan, guiding him through each movement with patience and care. As they trained together, the bond between them grew stronger. Slowly, A-Yuan began to find his place among the other children. Each small victory—whether mastering a new skill or earning a rare smile from a peer—filled Wangji with quiet pride.Wangji’s heart swelled each time A-Yuan’s eyes lit up with understanding. His determination and resilience were qualities Wangji admired deeply in his son. Despite the immense challenges and heartaches, Wangji had managed to become both father and mother, protector and comforter. The purity of those moments, the joy of seeing his son grow and thrive, held a special place in his heart.As he watched those memories unfold, Wangji felt a complex mix of pride and sorrow. The present loomed large and heavy, casting a shadow over these precious memories with the weight of current struggles and regrets. Just as this realization settled over him, Wangji felt his legs give way, and he lost his balance. The fall seemed strangely long, as if time itself had slowed to prolong the moment of descent.The mist thickened around Wangji, swirling like a living thing, pulling him into one final memory.This time, the scene that emerged was not of the earthly realm, but of the godly realms—the ethereal Cloud Recesses that existed beyond the mortal plane. The serene beauty of the place, just as in reality, was overwhelming.Wangji had always loved his home. It was a place where the sky stretched endlessly, an expanse of pure blue, and the white clouds drifted like soft cotton beneath his feet. The air was filled with the delicate fragrance of blooming gentian flowers, his mother’s favorite. As always, it felt like home.He stood at the edge of a pristine lake, its surface so still it looked like glass, reflecting the flawless sky above. The weight of emotions he had carried all this time—the deep longing and pain that had never fully faded—pressed down on him, anchoring him in place. As he gazed at the serene landscape, he sensed a familiar presence beside him, and his heart skipped a beat.Turning slowly, he saw Wei Ying standing there, his robes shimmering in the divine light, his expression soft and wistful. Wangji's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight—Wei Ying, just as he remembered him, yet with an almost ethereal glow."Wei Ying..." Wangji breathed, his voice barely a whisper.Instinctively, he took a step closer, his hand reaching out, yearning to feel the warmth of Wei Ying's touch once more. But as his fingers brushed against Wei Ying's, instead of meeting resistance, Wei Ying's form passed through him like mist, leaving behind a chill that settled deep in Wangji's soul.Wei Ying continued forward, unaware of Wangji's presence. He moved with a grace that was both familiar and distant, a memory playing out once more before Wangji's eyes. He watched as Wei Ying approached the Wangji of the past, who stood at the same lakeside, looking out at the horizon with an expression of quiet contemplation..The Wangji of the memory turned at the sound of Wei Ying's approach, his usually stoic features softening with a rare tenderness reserved only for him. There was a moment of silence as they stood there, framed by the divine beauty of the realm, bathed in the golden light of a setting sun that cast long shadows across the water."Wei Ying, you found me," the Wangji of the memory said, his voice carrying a note of surprise mixed with quiet relief.Wei Ying smiled, his eyes shining with affection and a hint of mischief. "Did you really think I wouldn't? I can always find you, Lan Zhan."Wangji, watching from the sidelines, felt his heart ache at the sight. This was a moment they had shared, a brief respite in the midst of their trials, a memory that had been tucked away in the deepest corners of his heart. It was a time when the weight of the world had briefly lifted, when they had found solace in each other's company, even if just for a moment.The Wei Ying of the memory moved closer, reaching out to take Wangji's hand in his. "I've been thinking, Lan Zhan... no matter where we are, no matter what happens, we'll always find our way back to each other, won't we?"The Wangji of the past nodded, his gaze never leaving Wei Ying's face. "Yes, Wei Ying. Always."Observing this tender exchange, the Wangji of the present felt tears welling up in his eyes, his heart twisting painfully in his chest. The memory was so vivid, so real, and yet it was just that—a memory. A piece of the past that he could never reclaim, no matter how much he longed to.As the scene continued, Wei Ying leaned into Wangji, resting his head on his shoulder, a contented sigh escaping his lips. They stood like that for a long while, the silence between them speaking volumes. It was a silence filled with understanding, unspoken promises, and the deep connection they shared.Wangji's heart swelled with a mixture of love and sorrow. This was what he had missed most—the quiet moments of togetherness, the simple comfort of having Wei Ying by his side. And yet, even as he stood there, watching the past unfold, he knew that time had moved on, that they had been separated by forces beyond their control.As the memory began to fade, the figures of Wei Ying and Wangji slowly dissolved into the mist, leaving Wangji with a profound sense of loss. He had lost more than just a lover; he had lost a part of his own soul. The urge to reach out, to hold onto this moment, to prevent Wei Ying from leaving on that fateful mission was overwhelming. Yet, Wangji knew that he couldn’t change what had already passed. This was a memory, a fragment of his past that he had to release. He had to accept Wei Ying's choice, even if it meant living with an unhealed wound.As the memory realm faded, Wangji found himself anchored in a deep moment of realization. The journey through the realm had unearthed buried emotions, memories, and a clearer understanding of his own heart. The weight of his experiences pressed heavily upon him, leaving him struggling to find his footing. He could still feel the echoes of the past resonating within him—the bittersweet recollections of raising A-Yuan alone, the immense love he had felt and still felt for Wei Ying, and the crushing loneliness that had followed.With a deep breath, Wangji closed his eyes, allowing the last traces of the memory to slip away. He would carry Wei Ying in his heart, always, but he also knew that he needed to find a way to move forward—for A-Yuan, for himself, and for the love that had shaped his soul.As he opened his eyes, Wangji sensed a presence beside him. Mianmian had joined him, her expression calm and understanding. The familiar ethereal landscape of Mianmian's realm surrounded them, but Wangji was too overwhelmed to take in its beauty. His emotions surged, raw and unfiltered, leaving him exposed.Mianmian stood before him with an air of serene compassion, her gaze reflecting the knowledge that the journey through one’s past could be both enlightening and heart-wrenching. She watched as Wangji’s expression shifted, his revelations sinking in.Wangji’s voice trembled as he spoke, the composure he had always maintained slipping away in the face of his emotions. "I suppose I never truly understood...nor allowed myself to understand... how deeply my heart ached, how incomplete it felt without him. I have been trying to raise A-Yuan, to be both father and mother, with a heart that feels so hollow, so... incomplete." His voice was filled with deep, aching sincerity.He closed his eyes, worried that tears might fall as he continued. "Each moment, every effort I made, was shadowed by the absence of Wei Ying. I poured all I had into raising A-Yuan, but it was like trying to fill a vessel with a hole in it. The love I have for him, for A-Yuan, is immense. But I always felt like a part of me was missing, a part that was once filled by Wei Ying's presence."Mianmian nodded, her expression a mix of empathy and encouragement. "Your heart was indeed missing a part, but that does not diminish the love and effort you have given. It shows the depth of your commitment, the strength of your character."Wangji’s voice grew softer. "And the love I felt for Wei Ying... it has never faded. It remains as strong as it ever was. Even now, after all that has happened, my feelings for him have not changed. They are as steadfast as ever. I miss him deeply, more than words can express."He looked up at Mianmian, allowing himself a tiny, almost imperceptible smile. "But I do not wish to trap Wei Ying with my sorrow or regret. I want him to be free, to find his own happiness, even if that means it is far from us. I want him to live his life fully, without the chains of my own pain and longing holding him back."Mianmian’s eyes softened further, her presence a gentle balm to his wounded soul. "Your desire for his happiness, even if it means being apart, is a testament to your love. It is a selfless love that seeks not to bind but to liberate. That is admirable, Hanguang-Jun."Wangji took a deep breath. "Yes. I want him to be free, to find joy and fulfillment wherever he may be. I have to let go of the hope that he will return to us. Instead, I must cherish the memories we shared and honor them by allowing him to live his own life. That is all I can do from now on."Mianmian extended her hand once more, a gesture of support and guidance. "That is why those memories were my gift to you, Hanguang-Jun. You are now ready to return to your own body. Carry this newfound understanding with you, and let it guide you forward."With a final, grateful look at Mianmian, Wangji felt the world around him shift and blur. The realm of memories receded, and he was gently pulled back to his own reality, back to his reality where Wei Ying was no longer by his side.¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝓔𝓝𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 27¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸
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Returning to his body was excruciating. Every muscle throbbed, and Wangji didn't dare open his eyes. The world around him felt distant, muffled voices filtering through the haze of pain. He couldn't make out the words at first, but as his consciousness slowly adjusted, the sounds became clearer. One voice, in particular, stood out—Sizhui’s. There was a sharp edge to it, a tension that Wangji had rarely heard in his son before."...I won't say you don't deserve him because that would actually hurt Dad more than you! But I am so angry at you!"Wangji’s heart tightened. Who was Sizhui talking to with such emotion? He strained to hear, waiting for the other person to respond.Jingyi's voice followed, calmer, yet laced with concern. "We should hear his side of the story, Sizhui. He did save us, after all. Don’t you think?"Relief washed over Wangji. Someone had indeed come to their aid. In his weakened state, he knew he wouldn’t have survived the battle alone. Forcing his way out of the seclusion Odin had imposed on him had drained him more than he had anticipated. The fact that someone had stepped in, ensuring Sizhui and Jingyi’s safety, eased a fraction of the weight that had settled heavily on his chest.As the voices continued around him, Wangji hadn't yet opened his eyes, but he felt the fog in his mind slowly lifting. The familiar warmth of Sizhui's voice cut through the haze."Fine, but later. I need to see how Dad is doing."Footsteps approached his bedside, and Wangji felt a gentle hand on his shoulder—a touch so familiar and comforting that it grounded him. Slowly, he forced his eyes open, blinking against the dim light that filled the room.Sizhui was leaning over him, his expression a blend of concern and barely contained frustration. Jingyi stood beside him, his usual carefree demeanor overshadowed by worry. Sizhui’s hands moved carefully over his father’s meridians, checking for any damage to his core.“Dad?” Sizhui’s voice was softer now, the anger from moments ago tempered by relief. “How do you feel?”Wangji tried to speak, but his throat was dry, and the words wouldn’t come. He managed a slight nod, acknowledging Sizhui’s presence. His gaze shifted past his son, searching for the person who had saved them—the one Sizhui had been so angry with.At the edge of the room stood Wei Ying. His posture was hesitant, and his eyes were filled with emotions Wangji couldn’t quite read. It had been so long since they’d last seen each other, and Wangji’s heart soared at the sight of him. He wanted to reach out, to hold Wei Ying close and never let him go again. Despite the years and the pain, seeing him here brought Wangji a deep, undeniable sense of joy.Wei Ying took a cautious step forward. “Lan Zhan... I—”Before he could continue, Sizhui interrupted, his voice tight with emotion. “Why didn’t you come sooner? Do you know what he’s been through? What we’ve been through?” His voice wavered with a mix of hurt and anger. “You ran away, baba. You left us! You hurt him so badly...” The last sentence was spoken so softly that Wangji wasn’t sure he had heard it correctly. He squeezed his son's hand gently, wanting to offer comfort despite his own weariness.Wei Ying looked stricken, his eyes flickering between Sizhui and Wangji. “I’m sorry,” he began, his voice hoarse. “I... there are things you don’t understand, things I couldn’t explain... It hurt me too, you know? Leaving... but I had to protect you both. It wasn’t the best choice, I know that, but at the time... it was all I could think to do.”Sizhui’s anger simmered just below the surface, his voice trembling as he spoke. “You thought leaving us behind was to protect us? from what? Do you know how many nights I heard him call out for you? How many times he tried to be strong for me, when he was breaking inside?”Wei Ying’s expression crumpled with guilt and sorrow. “I never wanted to hurt either of you. I thought by leaving, I could protect you from the danger I brought with me.”Jingyi, sensing the tension, stepped in, his voice a calming presence. “We all need to talk, but right now, Hanguang Jun needs to rest.” He placed a hand on Sizhui’s shoulder. “And maybe he needs some alone time with Wei Wuxian to talk things through. He’ll be fine, Sizhui—he’s stronger than you think.”Sizhui hesitated, but Wangji’s small nod and reassuring hand squeeze convinced him to leave with Jingyi. As the door closed behind them, the room fell into a heavy silence.Despite his exhaustion, Wangji reached out a hand toward Wei Ying, a silent invitation to come closer. Wei Ying hesitated only for a moment before crossing the room and taking Wangji’s hand in his own. The touch was electric—familiar yet achingly distant. Wangji had missed this more than he could express, missed the simple presence of Wei Ying, the casual touches, the shared moments. It all flooded back to him now.“I never stopped missing you. I’m glad to see you again, no matter what,” Wangji whispered, his voice cracking with emotion and strain.Wei Ying’s eyes softened, and he gently squeezed Wangji’s hand. “I never stopped missing you either, Wangji. Not for a single moment. Leaving was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but I thought... I thought it was for the best. I missed you every second of it... But these past years—maybe they’ve been easier on me than on you. You raised A-Yuan, you searched for me... But even though I was lost, I always felt out of place, like I didn’t belong anywhere. Still, that was easier than living with the absence of something you remember so clearly...” Wei Ying’s voice trailed off, and he looked away, guilt heavy in his eyes.Wangji, despite his fatigue, reached out with his other hand and gently turned Wei Ying’s face toward him. He knew he should feel anger, he shall demand answers, maybe shout a bit? but in truth he was just tired, his heart had been ripped apart and put back together and he couldn't bring himself to be angry. He felt sorry, sorry that their relationship had reached this point, sorry that Sizhui had been hurt in the process and sorry that he hadn't understood the warning he had recieved of getting Wei Ying's memory back so fast. But despite everything, he loved wei ying deeply, he cared for his well being more than of his own and he knew once wei ying left that there was more to the story than just not willing to be with him. He wanted to understand, but not to push wei ying into guilt. Wei Ying probably has already blame himself and feel guilty, felt unworthy anyway. “I never blamed you, Wei Ying,” he said, his voice stronger now. When Wei Ying looked at him in surprise, Wangji offered a soft, reassuring smile. “I knew something must have happened for you to leave. It was difficult, yes, but I would have waited forever if it meant I could see you again.”Wei Ying’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears as he leaned closer, resting his forehead against Wangji’s. For a long moment, they stayed like that, both of them drawing strength from the closeness they had missed for so long. Finally, Wangji tried to sit up, his muscles protesting from the strain of his recent ordeal. Wei Ying quickly moved to help, gently rearranging the pillows and holding Wangji by the arms to steady him as he sat up.Once Wangji was settled, he looked at Wei Ying, his eyes searching for answers to the many questions that had been swirling in his mind since the moment he saw him. “Why did you come back? And how?” His voice was soft, careful not to push too hard, but the need for answers was undeniable.Wei Ying sighed, his expression shifting from relief to something more serious. “Sizhui and Jingyi visited me a few times after I ran away,” he began, his voice tinged with guilt and sadness. “Sizhui told me he was A-Yuan... I couldn’t believe it at first, but he said he wasn’t angry that I left. He told me he had a good childhood with you.”A small, bright smile broke through Wei Ying’s somber expression. “You raised him so well, Lan Zhan. I could see how much he loves you, how much you mean to him.”Wangji looked down, a rare hint of self-doubt in his eyes. “I didn’t know what I was doing half of the time, but I tried my best.”Wei Ying reached out, placing a hand on Wangji’s. “Your best is always the best of the best, Lan Zhan. A-Yuan is proof of that.” He paused, his gaze dropping as he continued. “After hearing Sizhui talk about you and the life you both built, I realized I owed you an explanation—an explanation for why it felt impossible for us, why I believed we couldn’t be together.”He took a deep breath, the weight of his past decisions pressing heavily on his heart. “But I was scared, Lan Zhan. Terrified, really. I didn’t know what Odin would do if he found out I’d come back. I kept telling myself that I needed more time, that I had to be prepared... but deep down, I knew it was just fear holding me back. I thought... I thought I didn’t deserve you. Your kindness, your gentleness, your love—it all felt too much for someone like me. But I knew I owed you an explanation. I’m sorry for running away that day. My mind was so clouded, filled with images and fears, I couldn’t think straight."Wei Ying's voice cracked with emotion as he continued. "And when I finally did come back, when I saw you collapse... I panicked. I thought I had lost you.”Wei Ying’s voice cracked as he continued, the memory still fresh and raw. “I don’t even know how I did it, but in that moment, I managed to render him blind. Maybe it was fear, or desperation, or something else... but I knew I couldn’t let him hurt you.”Wangji listened quietly, his heart heavy with the weight of Wei Ying’s words. He squeezed Wei Ying’s hand, offering silent comfort and understanding.Wei Ying glanced away for a moment, his eyes distant as if searching for the right words. “I guess you want to know why I left after we came back from retrieving my memories,” he said quietly, the pain in his voice palpable.Wangji’s gaze remained steady, though the ache in his chest deepened. “If Wei Ying is ready to share, then yes,” he answered softly, his words gentle but full of genuine concern.Wei Ying’s fingers tightened around Wangji’s, drawing strength from the warmth of his touch. “When I got my memories back, it was like a flood. Everything I had lost, all the pain, the love, the mistakes... it overwhelmed me. Then, I saw it—the reason I left the first time. It was chaos, the godly realm was destroyed. Everything we loved and cherished was burning. People were dead, and... I saw your home, Cloud Recesses, in flames. Your uncle, Lan Zhan... everyone you loved... they were gone.”Wei Ying's voice trembled, and tears welled in his eyes. “I ran to the Jingshi, desperate to save you and A-Yuan, but... A-Yuan was dead. Insects covered his small body, and you... you were lying there in a pool of blood, lifeless. Our love... it caused that future, Lan Zhan. That’s the fate that awaits us if we stay together.” His voice cracked under the weight of his sorrow. “I was terrified—terrified of losing you, of hurting you even more. I couldn’t bear the thought of you dying because of me.”Tears streamed down his face, falling freely now. He struggled to continue, the pain in his heart so overwhelming it was hard to breathe. "Do you know what’s worse? Odin came soon after the oracles showed me that prophecy. I asked him what it meant, why I was the only one to survive while all the other gods perished. How could you, who are more powerful than me, die like that? I was frantic. I needed to know the cause, to prevent it. Odin took his time, explaining that the moon and the night—us—can’t exist as one. If we stay together, the universe will collapse. We would be responsible for that chaos."Wei Ying paused, his body trembling. He took a deep, shaky breath, trying to ground himself before continuing. "He told me I would survive because I’d go feral, lose my mind year by year until I kill everyone. He showed me... how I sliced A-Yuan's throat with my own hands." His voice faltered, filled with anguish. "Lan Zhan, I killed you. I used Suibian on you, and you... you let me do it. You refused to fight back. The whole time, you were telling me it was okay, that you’d find a cure. You died on that floor while I watched, and then our baby... I took Bichen and—" He choked on his words, the memory too painful to bear."How could I sit and wait for such a future?" Wei Ying whispered, his voice barely audible. "How could I keep living with you, knowing what was destined to happen? I had to be cast away, to stay far from you and A-Yuan, so you’d be safe. I couldn’t risk it, Lan Zhan. I couldn’t risk losing you both like that."He took another shaky breath, trying to keep his voice steady. “I thought leaving was the only way to protect you, to keep that bloody future from happening. If the sacrifice was myself, I took it gladly, as long as you and A-Yuan were safe. I agreed to lose my memories and be cast down into the mortal realms so that everyone would stay safe... But since I got my memories back and ran away, I never stopped thinking about you. Never stopped missing you. Every day, I regretted walking away. I thought... maybe if we just aren’t lovers, it will be safe. But it’s so hard, Lan Zhan...”His voice faltered, and he swallowed hard, trying to keep his emotions in check. “It’s so hard to live without you. Even when I tried to convince myself it was for the best, it felt wrong. I thought I could keep you safe by staying away, but every moment apart tore me apart inside. I tried to move on, to forget, but I couldn’t. You’re in every thought, every breath... everything.”Wangji's grip on Wei Ying's hand tightened “Wei Ying,” he said softly, his voice a blend of sadness and resolve, “we’ve faced so much already. We’ve weathered countless trials together, and despite everything, here we are. I believe we can find a way to prevent that future, to protect each other without sacrificing what we have. It’s not in your nature to harm us, Wei Ying. I’m sure there’s more to this story than we know. You never trusted Odin, and I have a feeling something is amiss here. Let’s uncover the truth together. You don’t have to face this alone anymore.”Wei Ying looked up at him, tears shimmering in his eyes. “I want to believe that, Lan Zhan. I truly do. But the fear... it lingers. I don’t want to lose you.”“You won’t,” Wangji whispered, his voice firm yet tender. “We’ll find a way, together. And this time, I won’t let you bear the burden alone. That future won’t happen. I won’t let it. Let’s go to the oracles again. You don’t need to be afraid. You’ve always had a place here, with me, no matter what happened in the past or what may come in the future. I would have waited as long as it took for you to return."“But I’m still scared, Lan Zhan. Scared that if I stay, I’ll only bring more harm to you and A-Yuan. It feels like everything I touch falls apart, and I can’t bear the thought of losing you like that.”Wangji’s reply was firm but gentle. “You haven’t ruined anything. The pain of your absence was far worse than any danger you might have brought with you. All I ever wanted was to be by your side. We’ll find a way to overcome this, together, as a family.”Wei Ying swallowed hard, guilt still lingering in his eyes. “I see that now. But it took me too long to realize that leaving didn’t protect you—it only made things harder. And I’m so sorry, Lan Zhan. I never meant to hurt you like that. I wish I could go back... A-Yuan must have felt so abandoned by me.”Wangji shook his head slowly, his expression tender. “You did what you thought was right, and I don’t blame you. All that matters is that you’re here now. A-Yuan never blamed you either. He’s angry and sad right now, but I’m sure if you explain, he will forgive you right away. He loves you, Wei Ying, just as much as I do. Do you wish to try again, to rebuild what we lost? Or do you still wish to stay apart? The choice is yours, my love.”Wei Ying’s eyes softened, the weight of his guilt slowly lifting as he met Wangji’s gaze. “I... I want to try. I want a future with you, with both of you. And I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice trembling with sincerity.Wangji’s heart swelled with relief and gratitude. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice full of emotion. “For coming back. For being here now. That’s all that matters.”He pulled Wei Ying closer, wrapping his arms around him and pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. Wei Ying melted into the embrace, his tension slowly easing as he rested his head against Wangji’s shoulder. For a moment, they simply stayed like that, holding onto each other as if afraid to let go, the silence between them filled with unspoken words and emotions.Wangji could feel Wei Ying’s heartbeat against his chest, its rhythm fast yet steady, grounding him in the present moment. The thought of Sizhui’s disappointment, knowing that Wangji had not been truly angry, lingered at the edge of his mind. Sizhui’s anger was not just for himself but for both of them.Holding Wei Ying close, Wangji found a profound peace in this embrace. He was weary—tired of fighting, tired of arguing, and tired of the division that had crept into their lives. Odin had slithered into their hearts, sowing confusion, fear, and doubt, and Wangji was convinced of this. But the question remained: why? What was Odin’s purpose in creating such discord? Did he hope to see Wangji cast Wei Ying aside?Wangji knew he could never reject Wei Ying, no matter what. His uncle might call him weak for his unwavering commitment, but Wangji had experienced a life without Wei Ying, and he had no desire to return to such emptiness. His heart was resolute; the bond they shared was a sanctuary he would fight to protect, even if Wei Ying decided to break his heart a third time Wangji would still be happy to give it to him. After a while, Wei Ying’s voice broke the silence, barely a whisper. “I missed this. I missed you, Lan Zhan... so much. These past weeks have felt like a living nightmare. I know I’ve shattered your heart twice now, and I don’t expect you to ever forget that, but I promise—I promise I will never do so a third time. Being here with you again feels like a dream. I’ve longed for this, dreamed of it endlessly. I’m so, so sorry, Lan Zhan. I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I am deeply grateful for it. I love you, more than words can express.”Wangji’s grip tightened slightly, his voice soft yet resolute. “It’s not a dream, Wei Ying. We’re here, and we’ll stay here, together. There’s no need for more ‘thank yous’ or apologies between us. I understand you, and I know your heart. It is over now; I promise things will be better. You’ll see, I’ll make sure of a bright and loving future for you and for Sizhui. I love you deeply, my love.”Wei Ying lifted his head slightly to look into Wangji’s eyes, searching for any trace of doubt. But all he saw was the same steadfast love that had always been there, unwavering and true. “You always believed in us,” he said, a small, bittersweet smile forming on his lips. “Even when I didn’t.”Wangji’s fingers gently brushed against Wei Ying’s cheek, wiping away the remnants of his tears. “Because I knew what we had was real, Wei Ying. No matter how much time passed or how far apart we were, that never changed. I never stopped believing in us.”Wei Ying closed his eyes, leaning into Wangji’s touch. “I want to make it right, Lan Zhan. I want to build that future with you and A-Yuan, without fear. I’m tired of running... tired of being afraid of losing everything.”Wangji nodded, his voice steady. “We’ll face whatever comes together. No more running. No more hiding. We will protect what we have, Wei Ying. And we’ll find our peace.” ¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝓔𝓝𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 30¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸
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Wangji woke slowly, the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. For a brief moment, the warmth of the blankets and the lingering presence beside him offered comfort. But as his senses fully returned, a cold emptiness gripped his heart—Wei Ying was gone.His breath caught in his throat. The spot where Wei Ying had lain just hours before was cold, the blankets neatly folded back as if he had never been there. Panic surged through him, memories of past heartbreak flooding his mind. Twice before, Wei Ying had slipped away in the dead of night, leaving behind nothing but questions and pain.No. Not again.Wangji sat up abruptly, his heart pounding in his chest. His eyes frantically scanned the room, desperate to catch a glimpse of Wei Ying, to hear his voice—anything to reassure him that this time was different, that he hadn't been abandoned again.But before the full weight of fear could settle in, a soft thud sounded from the door. In a blur of motion, Wei Ying appeared, his hair slightly tousled, and his eyes wide with concern. He rushed to Wangji's side, his expression a mix of worry and apology."Lan Zhan, I'm here! I just stepped out for a moment!" Wei Ying's voice was breathless as he knelt beside the bed, reaching for Wangji's hand.Wangji stared at him, relief washing over him like a tidal wave. His pulse still raced, and his chest felt tight, but seeing Wei Ying there, so close and so real, began to calm the storm inside him. For a moment, he couldn't speak, the fear too fresh, too raw.Wei Ying gently squeezed his hand, his gaze softening as he realized the depth of Wangji's panic. "I'm not going anywhere, not anymore" he whispered, his tone filled with tender reassurance. "I promise."Wangji's fingers slowly curled around Wei Ying's, holding on tightly as if afraid to let go. His voice, when he finally found it, was low and rough with emotion. "You weren't here... I thought...""I'm sorry," Wei Ying interrupted, his voice full of regret. "I should've left a note or something. I just— I needed some air. But I'm here now, and I'm not leaving."Wangji exhaled shakily, his shoulders relaxing as he pulled Wei Ying into a firm embrace. The familiar scent of lotus filled his senses, grounding him in the present. Wei Ying's arms wrapped around him in return, holding him just as tightly, as if he understood the unspoken fears that lingered between them.They stayed like that, wrapped in each other's embrace, until Wei Ying gently pushed Wangji back onto the bed. His hands were firm but tender as he guided Wangji to lie down."You need to rest," Wei Ying said softly, concern lacing his voice. "Your wounds aren't fully healed yet."Wangji tried to protest, but the fatigue he had been ignoring for so long was catching up to him. His body, still sore and weak, seemed to agree with Wei Ying's words.Wei Ying sat beside him, his eyes filled with both affection and worry. "I'll be right here. Just rest for a bit, Lan Zhan."Wangji closed his eyes, comforted by Wei Ying's presence, but his mind refused to settle. The room was quiet, the only sound the faint rustle of fabric as Wei Ying adjusted his position. For a brief moment, Wangji felt the pull of sleep, but then voices began to drift through the haze of his consciousness—low, intense, and filled with emotion.He didn't know how long he had slept, but it must have been enough for Wei Ying to leave the bed again, as he couldn't feel his presence next to him anymore. The warmth that had been so reassuring just moments before had dissipated, leaving behind a lingering chill.Wangji blinked his eyes open, the dim light of the room casting long shadows across the floor. He could hear the distant murmur of voices from the next room—Wei Ying and Sizhui, their words carrying a heavy weight even if he couldn't make out the specifics.Concern tugged at Wangji's heart. He sat up slowly, the remnants of sleep still clinging to his body, and listened more intently. The conversation wasn't loud, but the tone of it—sharp, pained—was unmistakable. Wei Ying and Sizhui were arguing in the hallway, and the intensity of it cut through the quiet of the night.Sizhui's voice, raw and anguished, sliced through the stillness, and Wangji's heart clenched at the pain he heard in his son's words."You left us, Wei Ying! You left my dad twice! Do you have any idea what that did to him?"Wangji's breath caught in his throat, a sharp pang of pain slicing through him. He tried to speak, to call out, but his voice was barely a ragged whisper. "S-stop... please..."But Sizhui continued, unrelenting. "He adopted me in secret, risking everything to keep me safe, even though it meant going behind his uncle's back. I was your responsibility! You went against the gods to keep me with you while I was human, and then you left. Hanguang Jun took on that responsibility! Do you realize what that meant? He was whipped—33 times with the disciplinary whip. The kind that leaves scars, the kind that you'll feel for the rest of your life! What was his mistake? What had he done to deserve that? Me... I was his mistake. And you—both of us were!" Sizhui's voice cracked, his steady tone faltering as the weight of his emotions poured out."You were not..." Wangji tried to speak, frustrated that his voice refused to cooperate, a mere whisper against the torrent of words."And then, as if that wasn't enough, he was confined to the Jingshi, stripped of his powers, unable to leave the garden or help me train. He lost so much for you, Wei Ying! For you and for me! But he never lost hope of seeing you, of bringing you back! I nearly lost him, but he went through hell to retrieve you... Do you know how happy he was to find you here? He feared using his powers, walked like mortals to your campus, to your apartment, using his abilities only in short bursts so as not to draw attention. He didn't want the other deities to know where you were... because he didn't want you to be scared anymore. And you... you ran away again. I was so happy to find you, I thought we would be a family again, but you left me... again!"Wangji's frustration and sorrow welled up inside him, making his chest feel tight. The desperation in Sizhui's voice, the anger, and the pain were palpable. He understood now the depth of Sizhui's emotions—how much the repeated abandonment had hurt, how it had left scars not just on him but on his father, who had sacrificed so much.Wei Ying's voice came through, heavy with regret and pleading. "I know I've hurt him. I know I hurt you both so much. I never meant to. I thought I was protecting you, but I can't undo the past. Seeing you both in that vision... that cruelty... I feared for your lives. But I promise, I won't leave again. I'm here to stay."Sizhui's response was a heart-wrenching mixture of sorrow and anger. "I wish my dad didn't love you. Maybe then he wouldn't have suffered so much. It would have been less painful if he hadn't been hurt so deeply by someone who keeps running away!"The weight of Sizhui's words hit Wangji like a physical blow. He could feel the depth of his son's anguish, the sense of betrayal and pain that had accumulated over time. It was a bitter reminder of the cost of Wei Ying's past actions on both himself and Sizhui. Wangji's heart ached with a mix of sadness and empathy for his son, but also a burning desire to move forward, to heal the wounds and mend the fractures that had formed.Overwhelmed by his emotions and desperate to bring an end to the conflict, Wangji reached for the glass of water beside his bed. His movements were shaky, but he managed to lift the glass and, with a surge of determination, hurled it against the door.The loud crash of shattering glass silenced both Wei Ying and Sizhui instantly. Wangji's breathing was ragged, his voice strained but resolute. "Enough! Stop this now... please... don't hurt each other."The silence after the crash of the glass was profound and unsettling. Wei Ying and Sizhui stood motionless just outside the door, their argument forgotten as they registered the sudden, harsh sound. Without hesitation, Wei Ying swung open the door, the hinges creaking softly. The sight that greeted him was both distressing and clarifying: Wangji lay propped against the bed, his face pallid and strained. Scattered shards of glass glinted on the floor, catching the light and reflecting the turmoil of the moment.Wei Ying rushed inside, his hands trembling as he knelt beside Wangji. "Lan Zhan," he said urgently, his voice cracking with worry, "What happened?"Wangji's eyes fluttered open, locking onto Wei Ying's. "Wei Ying..." His voice was barely a whisper, but there was a world of emotion in those two words—a plea, a reassurance, a promise all wrapped into one."I'm here. Please, tell me what's wrong."Sizhui hesitated in the doorway, his anger ebbing away as he took in Wangji's state. The sight of his father's exhaustion softened his stance, though the sting of their recent argument still lingered. His eyes were conflicted—apologetic, yet hurt. Wangji knew his son well enough to understand that these feelings needed to be aired, not suppressed.Wangji's voice was barely more than a whisper, heavy with weariness as he met Wei Ying's gaze. "I'm so tired," he murmured, his eyes briefly closing. "Tired of the fights, the pain... I'm just so tired of it all."Wei Ying's eyes glistened with unshed tears as he looked at Wangji, the weight of his guilt and love palpable in his expression. "I know I've made mistakes," he said softly, his voice cracking. "But I promise, I won't leave again. We'll find a way to mend this... to make things right."Sizhui stepped forward hesitantly, his anger fully giving way to regret. He looked between his father and Wei Ying, his voice trembling with emotion. "Dad, I'm so sorry. I know I've been angry, and I've said things that hurt you. It's just... hard to move on from what Wei Ying did. But I'll try. I want you to be happy."Wangji reached out with a trembling hand, pulling Wei Ying closer. He then extended his other hand to Sizhui, inviting him to come nearer. After a moment of hesitation, Sizhui slowly approached the bed, taking Wangji's hand. Wangji drew him in, wrapping his arms around both of them."We will be," Wangji said, his voice steady despite the exhaustion. "We'll face this together. No more running, no more hiding. We must move forward—for ourselves and for each other. Please... no more hurting each other."He glanced at Wei Ying, who seemed lost in thought, his gaze fixed on the floor."Wei Ying," Wangji spoke softly, drawing his attention, "today, we begin again. Together. Let's start from the beginning."Wei Ying lifted his head, meeting Wangji's gaze. His eyes were red, but within them was a newfound resolve. "Together," he echoed, his voice low but firm. "I'll work hard for it."Sizhui lingered for a while longer, but eventually, he left them alone. In the quiet that followed, Wangji and Wei Ying sat in silence, letting the weight of their words settle between them. There was no need for grand gestures—both knew the significance of this moment.After some time, Wei Ying's voice broke the silence, barely above a whisper. "I used to be his favorite gege... now he hates me."Wangji turned to look at him, his expression softening with understanding. He could see the heavy burden of guilt in Wei Ying's eyes—the same eyes that once sparkled with mischief and joy whenever Sizhui was near. Now, they were clouded with doubt and sorrow."Give it time," Wangji said gently, his hand finding Wei Ying's. "Love doesn't disappear so easily. He needs to heal, just as we do. But he doesn't hate you."Wei Ying shook his head, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. "Maybe not... but he doesn't see me the same way anymore. I lost that place in his heart."Wangji reached out, placing a reassuring hand on Wei Ying's arm. "You haven't lost him, Wei Ying. He just needs time to heal, like we all do. The bond you share with him is still there, even if it feels distant right now."Wei Ying let out a shaky breath, his shoulders slumping under the weight of his regrets. "I just want to make things right... but I don't know how."Wangji's grip on his arm tightened slightly, a silent anchor. "We'll find a way together. Step by step. No more running, no more hiding."Wei Ying's voice trembled with raw emotion as he asked, "Why don't you hate me? Why are you so calm, so understanding, after everything I did? After everything that happened to you because of me?"Wangji gazed at Wei Ying, his expression soft with empathy. He could feel the turmoil in Wei Ying's words, the guilt that had twisted his perception. Wangji understood how guilt could distort everything, making even the clearest truths feel distant and unreachable."I don't hate you," Wangji said quietly, his voice steady with conviction. "Because I know who you are, Wei Ying. I know your heart. Yes, you made mistakes, but you never meant to hurt anyone. You left because you thought it was the only way to protect us."Wei Ying shook his head, still burdened by his doubts. "But look at what happened to you... to Sizhui. You paid the price for my choices. You were hurt, punished—"Wangji gently interrupted, his tone unwavering. "I chose this path, Wei Ying. No one forced me. And I would choose it again if it meant keeping you safe. You are worth every sacrifice I've made."A heavy silence settled between them, filled with unspoken emotions. Wangji watched as Wei Ying absorbed his words, the struggle evident in his eyes. Even though Wangji's forgiveness was sincere, he knew how difficult it was for Wei Ying to accept it. Wei Ying had carried the belief for so long that his presence brought only pain, that his existence was a burden. Shaking that mindset wasn't easy."I just don't understand how you can be so calm," Wei Ying murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "After everything... how can you still look at me like that? Like I'm someone worth loving?"Wangji's gaze softened even more. He gently tilted Wei Ying's chin so their eyes met. "Because you are someone worth loving, Wei Ying. Despite everything. And I've never stopped loving you. Not for a moment."Tears welled up in Wei Ying's eyes, and he couldn't hold them back any longer. They slipped down his cheeks as he looked at Wangji, who remained steadfast, his hand warm against Wei Ying's skin."I don't deserve you," Wei Ying whispered, his voice cracking.Wangji shook his head, his thumb gently brushing away a tear. "You do. We deserve each other. We deserve this chance to make things right."Wangji observed Wei Ying closely, noting the uncertainty in his eyes, the way he searched for any trace of doubt in Wangji's expression. But there was none. Wangji's gaze remained unwavering, his touch gentle but firm. He knew the storm of emotions raging inside Wei Ying, the guilt, the self-doubt, the fear. Yet he also knew that Wei Ying didn't have to face it alone anymore.When Wei Ying whispered, "I don't know if I can ever make up for everything," his voice trembled with the weight of his past.Wangji felt a deep ache in his chest, not just for Wei Ying's pain but for all the years they had both endured under the burden of their shared history."You don't have to," Wangji replied softly, his tone resolute yet kind. "We move forward. Together."The simplicity of those words seemed to resonate deeply within Wei Ying, and Wangji could see how they began to take root in his heart. The tightness in Wei Ying's posture eased slightly, as if the heavy knot of guilt and fear had started to loosen. Wangji saw the subtle shift—the beginning of understanding that Wei Ying no longer had to carry everything alone."I'll try," Wei Ying said, his voice steadier than before. "I'll try to be worthy of this, of you."Wangji’s heart swelled with a quiet, profound affection as he gently tightened his grip on Wei Ying’s arm, a silent vow of his unwavering support. "You already are," he thought. Wei Ying had always been worthy, even if he couldn’t see it himself.Tracing soothing circles on Wei Ying’s skin, Wangji spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper. "Rest now. We'll face tomorrow when it comes."When Wei Ying finally allowed himself to lean into that comfort, letting the tension slip away, Wangji felt a sense of peace settle over him too. For the first time in years, they both knew they could face whatever the future held—together.In the morning, Wangji stirred, his eyes slowly fluttering open as the warmth of the morning sun washed over him. For the first time in what felt like ages, there was no lingering ache in his body, no heaviness in his limbs. He felt... whole.Wangji shifted slightly, testing the strength in his arms and legs. The soreness, the fatigue that had plagued him for so long—it was all gone. It was as if a weight had been lifted from him, as if the years of pain had finally begun to fade into the past.Turning his head slightly, he saw Wei Ying still asleep beside him, his breathing slow and even. The usual furrow of worry on Wei Ying's brow was smoothed out in the peacefulness of sleep, and Wangji felt a wave of affection wash over him. The night before had been difficult, raw with emotion and long-overdue conversations. But here, in the quiet morning light, there was a sense of calm, of renewal.Wangji allowed himself a rare, small smile as he continued to watch Wei Ying sleep. The bond between them felt stronger, more resilient—like they had crossed a threshold together. Whatever challenges lay ahead, he knew they would face them side by side.Carefully, so as not to disturb Wei Ying, Wangji slipped out of bed. As his feet touched the cool floor, he realized just how steady he felt. The power that had been stripped from him, the fatigue that had sapped his strength—it was all returning, gradually but surely. He took a deep breath, relishing the sensation of energy coursing through him once more.Moving quietly through the room, Wangji retrieved his robes and dressed in the early morning stillness. The familiar weight of his robes felt grounding, like the return of an old friend. He glanced back at Wei Ying, still sleeping soundly, before stepping out of the room and into the living area.He wished to speak with Sizhui before Wei Ying woke up, hoping to ease his son's sorrow and find a path forward together. With a deep, steadying breath, Wangji made his way toward the kitchen, where he could hear Jingyi and Sizhui talking softly.As Wangji approached, the sound of Jingyi and Sizhui’s conversation grew clearer. He paused at the threshold, taking in the sight of his son and Jingyi seated at the table, their faces animated with quiet conversation.Sizhui looked up as Wangji entered, his expression shifting from surprise to something softer—perhaps a mix of relief and uncertainty. Jingyi, ever perceptive, gave Wangji a warm nod of acknowledgment before turning his attention back to Sizhui."Good morning, Father," Sizhui said, his voice tentative but hopeful. He looked to Wangji with a mixture of apology and longing, as if searching for some sign of reconciliation.Wangji offered a gentle smile, one that conveyed both his understanding and his desire to move forward. "Good morning, Sizhui. Jingyi.""Morning, Lan Zhan," Jingyi replied, her tone cheerful. "We were just discussing breakfast. Would you like something before you start your day?""Thank you, Jingyi," Wangji said. "I'll have something light. But first, I'd like to talk with Sizhui."Jingyi gave a nod of understanding and stood up, offering Wangji some privacy. "I'll start preparing breakfast. Let me know if you need anything."As Jingyi left the kitchen, Wangji took a seat opposite Sizhui. A brief, awkward silence hung between them before Wangji spoke, his voice calm and measured."Sizhui," he began, "I wanted to speak with you privately. Last night was difficult for all of us. I know you're still hurting, and I want to understand how we can begin to heal."Sizhui looked down at the table, his fingers tracing absent patterns on the surface. "I... I didn’t know how to handle everything. I felt so much anger and pain. Seeing you like that, and knowing what you endured because of Wei Ying... I was overwhelmed."Wangji reached across the table, placing a comforting hand on Sizhui's. "I understand your pain, and I understand your anger. I want to help you through this. What can I do to make this easier for you?"Sizhui looked up, his eyes glistening with a mix of vulnerability and determination. "I just... I need to understand how to move forward. I'm struggling with everything that's happened, and I feel so lost. And every time I see him with you, I get angry again... how can you just move on, not care, and forgive so easily?"Wangji’s gaze softened as he listened to his son’s words. "Sizhui," he began gently, "forgiveness doesn’t mean forgetting or pretending everything is fine. It’s about understanding that holding onto anger only deepens the pain. I don’t forgive easily, but I’ve chosen to because I know what’s most important—our family, our bond."Sizhui’s eyes filled with emotion as he absorbed his father’s words. "But how can you trust him again after everything?"Wangji took a deep breath, his tone steady. "Trust is rebuilt, slowly, with time and effort. I trust Wei Ying because I know he regrets his actions and wants to make things right. And I trust myself to guide us through this, to ensure we don’t repeat the same mistakes."Sizhui nodded slowly, his gaze thoughtful. "I want to try too... for us, for our family. But it’s hard to let go of the anger.""It is hard," Wangji agreed, his voice full of empathy. "But you don’t have to do it all at once. Take your time. And remember, you’re not alone in this. We’ll face it together."Sizhui looked into his father’s eyes and saw the unwavering support there. He squeezed Wangji’s hand, a small gesture of acceptance and determination. "Okay," he said quietly. "I’ll try."Wangji smiled softly, relief washing over him like a calming tide. "That's all I ask. We'll take it one step at a time."Sizhui's gaze lingered on Wangji's face, searching for reassurance. His voice was barely a whisper. "What if the pain comes back? What if we get hurt again?"Wangji took a deep breath, his eyes reflecting a steady resolve. "Wei Ying ran the first time out of instinct—to protect us both. The second time, it was because I pushed him too hard to face memories he wasn't ready for. But his love for you, for me, and for our family is real. He made mistakes, but he made them with the best of intentions. He's hurting now, doubting himself, afraid of making things worse. But I believe that our love is stronger than pain, fear, or hurt. Don't you?"Sizhui's expression softened as he absorbed his father's words, the weight of them settling in his heart. "I want to believe that. I really do."Wangji's tone was both firm and comforting. "We have to. We have to believe that our bond can endure whatever comes our way. As long as we support each other and keep our hearts open, we'll overcome the challenges. Our love is stronger than anything that tries to come between us."The words lingered in the air, carrying both comfort and the heavy promise of hope. Sizhui's eyes, glistening with unshed tears, met Wangji's steady gaze. For a moment, the anxiety and fear that had shadowed him seemed to ease, if only slightly.Wangji moved around the table, enveloping Sizhui in a gentle, reassuring embrace. For a brief moment, Sizhui hesitated, but then he leaned into the warmth of his father’s arms, his shoulders trembling as the emotions he'd been holding back finally spilled over. The embrace was grounding, a silent promise that he wasn’t alone in this."I don't want to be angry anymore," Sizhui murmured, his voice muffled against Wangji's shoulder. "I just want us to be okay."Wangji held him close, his hand moving soothingly along Sizhui's back. "We will be okay. We have each other, and that's what matters. We'll face everything together, and we'll heal together."Sizhui tightened his grip, finding solace in the familiar embrace. The steady rhythm of his father's breathing, the warmth of his touch—it all created a sense of safety he hadn't felt in a long time."I'm sorry for everything," Sizhui whispered, his voice trembling with sincerity. "I didn’t know how to deal with it all. I was so afraid of losing you."Wangji gently pulled back to meet Sizhui's eyes, his own filled with affection and understanding. "You have nothing to apologize for. We all have our fears, our struggles. But you will never lose me, Sizhui. Never."Suddenly, Jingyi’s head popped through the doorway, eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and mischief. "Uh, everything okay in here?" he asked, a shy smile tugging at his lips.Wangji couldn't help but smile at the sight—Jingyi was like a younger Wei Ying, full of energy and endearing chaos. It was impossible not to feel a fondness for the boy."Yes, we're fine," Sizhui replied, hastily wiping away his tears and trying to compose himself.Jingyi, relieved but ever the joker, grinned. "Awesome! Because, uh, you guys are kinda hogging the kitchen, and I’m pretty sure my stomach’s planning a mutiny if I don’t get some food soon."The lighthearted comment cracked through the tension like sunlight breaking through clouds. Sizhui chuckled softly, feeling a bit more at ease. Wangji nodded at Jingyi in silent appreciation, thankful for the boy’s knack for lightening the mood.Jingyi, emboldened by their reactions, leaned in conspiratorially. "Oh, and by the way, Wei Wuxian’s in the living room practically gnawing his nails off. He’s probably imagining every worst-case scenario you can think of. I told him not to eavesdrop, but you know how he is… I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s got his ear pressed to the door right now."Sizhui's smile widened, the warmth of amusement and affection softening his earlier sorrow. "That sounds exactly like him."Wangji’s expression softened as well. He could easily picture Wei Ying pacing, nerves fraying despite his usual bravado. Wei Ying was always the picture of confidence—until it came to matters of the heart, especially those involving Sizhui."Let’s not keep him waiting any longer," Wangji suggested with a fond shake of his head. "He’s probably convinced himself we’re planning some sort of intervention."Sizhui nodded, the weight of their earlier conversation lifting slightly. "Yeah, we should go save him from his own imagination before he starts chewing on the furniture."Jingyi clapped his hands together, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Great! And then maybe we can finally get some breakfast going before I waste away to nothing."With that, the three of them headed out of the kitchen, and just as Jingyi had predicted, they found Wei Ying pacing near the living room door. His brow was furrowed with intense worry, and his fingers fidgeted nervously. The moment he spotted them, a wave of relief washed over his face, though he tried to mask it with an overly casual grin."So... everything okay?" Wei Ying asked, his voice just a bit too nonchalant.Sizhui exchanged a quick glance with Wangji, then smiled at Wei Ying. "Yes, everything’s okay."Wei Ying let out a long breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, his tense shoulders sagging with relief. "Good, good. I was, uh, totally not worried or anything. Nope, not at all."Jingyi snickered, elbowing Wei Ying playfully. "Sure you weren’t, big hero."They all shared a light laugh, the earlier heaviness in the air dissipating as if carried away by the sound. For the first time in what felt like forever, they were all aligned, ready to face whatever came next—together. ¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝓔𝓝𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 31¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸
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Days had passed since that tense but hopeful morning, yet within the confines of the house, Lan Wangji felt more trapped than ever.He stood by the window, his gaze fixed on the distant trees swaying in the breeze. It was the closest he could get to the outside world now. Odin's spell held him prisoner within these walls. The once-comforting familiarity of the house had turned into a gilded cage, and no matter how hard he tried to focus on the peace they had momentarily found, his mind kept spiraling back to the hurt he couldn't seem to shake.This wasn't the first time he had felt the weight of punishment. Years ago, when he had defied his uncle and adopted Sizhui without his approval, the punishment had been severe—thirty-three lashes that scarred both his back and his soul. But it was more than just the physical pain that lingered. It was the memory of Sizhui's wide, fearful eyes watching him, the child's trembling hands trying to help when Wangji could barely move. The child was so small, so fragile, born into a world of powerful gods and ancient magic. Wangji had feared that he would fail Sizhui, that he wouldn't be enough to guide him, protect him, and love him as he deserved. He was supposed to be Sizhui's anchor, his father. But how could he be when he himself was adrift, needing anchoring?Wangji clenched his hands at his sides, fighting the rising tide of frustration that had become his constant companion. The anger simmered just beneath the surface, not just at Wei Ying but at himself. He had told Wei Ying they would move forward, step by step. But how could he, when he couldn't let go of what had happened?The first time Wei Ying had disappeared, it had been without warning. One moment they were together, sharing a fragile sense of connection, and the next... Wei Ying was simply gone. There were no explanations, no goodbyes—just an empty space where he had once been. The memory still burned, a phantom pain that flared up when he least expected it. Wangji had not seen him leave; he had vanished into thin air, leaving Wangji with an overwhelming sense of abandonment. It was like being cut in two, the silence he was left with more painful than any words.Then came the second time Wei Ying left. That departure felt like a blow he couldn't recover from. The house, already heavy with the weight of Odin's curse, seemed to close in on him even more without Wei Ying. The emptiness was profound, amplifying every doubt and fear Wangji harbored. He had pushed Wei Ying too hard, trying to help him retrieve memories that perhaps weren't ready to surface. Wangji had hoped to help Wei Ying remember, to bridge the gap between them, but instead, he had driven him away. It was a betrayal, not just of Wangji, but of the family they had tried so hard to build. The anger he felt at Wei Ying for leaving when they needed each other the most, and at himself for causing it, was a constant knot in his chest. How could he ask Wei Ying to stay when he wasn't sure he could move past the fear of losing him again?The anger Wangji felt toward Odin was fierce, a reflection of the deep frustration and sense of betrayal he felt. It wasn't fair that their lives had been upended by forces beyond their control, that he had been punished so severely for trying to protect his family. He had always prided himself on his control and his ability to remain calm no matter the storm, but now that control was slipping through his fingers like sand. He felt like he was playing a role, pretending to be the steadfast leader when inside, he was crumbling. Every time he looked at Sizhui, the guilt twisted deeper. He had promised his son that they could move on, that their bond was unbreakable. But how could it be when Wangji himself was unraveling? A soft knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. He didn't need to turn around to know who it was—Wei Ying's presence was as familiar as his own breath."Wangji?" Wei Ying's voice was careful, as if he could sense the storm brewing just beneath the surface. "Are you... okay? I brought you some tea."Lan Wangji didn't turn around, his posture stiff, shoulders tense. He stared at the trees in front of him, the teachings of his clan running through his mind in an endless loop. Anger is for the wicked, his uncle had told him. It is poison to the soul. Control it, or it will control you. But today, it felt different—stronger."I'm fine," he replied, his voice taut, almost too calm, as though he was forcing himself to hold onto the composure that was rapidly slipping away.Wei Ying placed the tea down gently on the table, his movements deliberate, trying not to intrude too much. "You don't have to talk if you don't want to," he said quietly, watching Lan Wangji's rigid form. "But... I just wanted to check on you."Lan Wangji closed his eyes briefly, trying to focus. Dismiss the anger. He had practiced this since he was a child. But for some reason, the teachings weren't enough this time. His heart was in turmoil. Anger is evil. Anger had led his father to ruin. It had fueled his resentment toward his mother and destroyed the love between them. Anger destroys."Lan Zhan?" Wei Ying's voice was soft, as if he knew how close to breaking Wangji was.Wangji's fists clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white. He loved Wei Ying. He loved him so deeply that the mere thought of losing him made his heart ache. But his anger—this storm within him—frightened him. He feared that if he gave in to it, Wei Ying would slip through his fingers again. If he lets this anger out, will it drive Wei Ying away?His uncle's words echoed in his mind again. Your feelings will betray you if you let them. Discipline is your only salvation. Emotions are fleeting and dangerous.Lan Wangji had believed it his whole life. He had lived by it, perfected it. He had to be the calm one, the composed one. Wei Ying needed him to be strong, Sizhui needed him to be a pillar of stability. If he allowed his anger to surface, it would only make things worse for everyone."I cannot... lose control," he muttered under his breath, barely audible, more to himself than Wei Ying.Wei Ying frowned, moving closer, cautiously. "You don't have to control everything, Lan Zhan. You don't have to be perfect all the time."Lan Wangji's heart twisted at those words. Perfect? He wasn't perfect. He was far from it. The anger that surged in him, the resentment he had buried for so long—it was festering, poisoning his heart. But how could he admit that? His love for Wei Ying felt overwhelming, almost suffocating, and with it came the fear that if he allowed himself to feel the anger he harbored, he might destroy everything they had.His mind wandered back to the teachings of the Lan clan. His uncle had told him stories—of his parents, of how his father's anger had led to his mother's suffering, how their inability to control their emotions had driven them apart. Anger had killed them, both physically and spiritually. Wangji had been taught to avoid that fate."I'm not angry," he said, but the lie tasted bitter.Oh But he was angry. Angry at Wei Ying for leaving. Angry at himself for not being enough to keep him from going. Angry at the world for putting them through this endless cycle of pain. But what right did he have to be angry? Was he the only one who suffered? He loved Wei Ying too much to let this consume him, consume them."I need to be strong... for you. For Sizhui. If I let this... consume me..." His voice faltered."Lan Zhan," Wei Ying interrupted, stepping even closer, his concern palpable now. "You don't have to carry everything on your own. It's okay to be angry. It's okay to feel."Wei Ying moved swiftly but gently, reaching for the tea he had brought moments earlier. With a soft smile, he lifted the cup and offered it to Wangji. "But first, here—drink some tea. The warmth will help you feel better, and we can talk."Lan Wangji hesitated, his gaze flickering between Wei Ying and the cup. The scent of the tea was soothing, a familiar comfort in the midst of his inner turmoil. Wei Ying's eyes held a quiet patience, a soft understanding that both hurt and soothed him at once.Slowly, Wangji accepted the cup, his fingers brushing against Wei Ying's hand in the process. He could feel the warmth of the tea spreading through the porcelain into his skin, but his mind was far too clouded to be calmed so easily. Still, he raised it to his lips and took a sip, the bitterness of the tea contrasting with the warmth it brought to his chest.Wei Ying stood beside him, silent for a moment as he watched Wangji. "I know... this isn't easy," Wei Ying said softly. "But I'm here. I'm not leaving this time, no matter how you feel, Lan Zhan. So, if you're angry, if you're hurt, if you're tired—it's okay. We can face it together."Lan Wangji stared at the cup in his hands, empty, the taste of the tea still on his tongue. He thought of Wei Ying's words contrasting to the teachings of the Lan clan where he was told to suppress it all, to bury those feelings deep within, to never let them see the light of day. But now, with Wei Ying beside him, offering nothing but understanding, he found it harder and harder to push it down."You're angry, aren't you?" Wei Ying asked gently, his voice calm but tinged with concern. "And that's okay. You have every right to be. Just let it out, I won't get upset. Here," he reached for the teapot, refilling Lan Zhan's cup with deliberate care. "Drink some more. You'll see, once you've let it all out and let the warmth soothe you, you'll feel better. I used your favorite plants to combine them, warm tea is always soothing."Lan Zhan's grip on the cup tightened as he took it back, his frustration boiling beneath the surface. "It's more than that," he cuts himself, his voice sharper than he intended. He didn't want to talk about his confinement, about being trapped, but the words poured out regardless, propelled by days—no, years—of suppressed pain and anger. "You left. Twice. And now I'm just supposed to... move on?"Wei Ying's face fell, the sting of the accusation evident in his expression. But he didn't retreat. Instead, he squared his shoulders, meeting Wangji's gaze head-on, his own filled with guilt and remorse."I know," Wei Ying whispered. "And I'm sorry, Lan Zhan. For leaving you, for not trusting you enough to stay and face it all with you. But—""But what?" Wangji's voice turned into a cold whisper, barely contained. "You were scared? We were all scared, Wei Ying! You think I wasn't terrified every day that I'd lose Sizhui? That I'd fail him—fail you?" His hands clenched into fists, his nails biting into his palms as he struggled to keep his composure. The tea cup in his hand trembling under the pressure. "I had to be strong, for him, for everyone. And when I needed you the most, you disappeared. How am I supposed to forgive that? How am I supposed to move on?"His chest tightened, and his eyes darted toward the door, his voice growing quieter as he realized the intensity of his outburst. What if Sizhui heard him? What if he had been standing outside, listening, his trust in Lan Zhan cracking under the weight of his anger?Wei Ying must have sensed his unease, because he stepped closer, his hand resting gently on Wangji's arm. "It's okay," he said softly. "Sizhui and Jingyi aren't here. I made sure they went on a night hunt. I wanted us to have this conversation. You've been holding all of this in for so long, Lan Zhan. It's time to let it out."Wangji swallowed hard, the knot in his throat tightening. "You left," he repeated, his voice shaking with the depth of his emotions. "Twice. Without a word. Without a single hint of where you were going. And I'm supposed to just forgive that? Act like nothing happened?"Wei Ying faltered, his eyes dimming with regret, but he didn't retreat. He stayed, a fragile but steadfast presence. "I don't deserve your forgiveness," he said, his voice low and filled with regret. "I've been running, from my fears, from my memories—most of all, from you. I didn't know how to face the truth of what we had... of what I could lose or what I had lost."Wangji's fists tightened more, he didn't know it was even possible, the cup nearly breaking and his knuckles going paler as the anger he had been holding onto surged through him, raw and unyielding. "Scared? We were all scared, Wei Ying. Every day we spent waiting, not knowing what would happen next. I was terrified of losing Sizhui, of failing as a father, as a protector. But I couldn't just run. I had to be strong, not just for him but for all of us."His voice grew louder, filled with the rage he could no longer suppress. "And when I needed you most—when I needed your strength—you disappeared. You left me to pick up the pieces on my own. Do you know what that did to me? I felt abandoned, like something vital had been ripped away. How am I supposed to move on when you've left such a void?"His breath came in ragged gasps, his heart racing, his emotions colliding inside him. He stepped closer, his voice low and trembling with frustration. "Every time you left, I lost a part of myself. I had to deal with the aftermath alone, trying to fix everything while you were gone. And now? Now I'm left with nothing. My freedom, my peace, my power—they're all gone. Because of Odin. Because of the choices we made."His eyes burned into Wei Ying's, searching desperately for something—anything—that might ease the storm raging inside him. "And yet, despite all this anger, despite everything I'm feeling," he continued, his voice cracking, "I still have to keep up this facade. I have to be the strong one. I have to be the rock. But it's killing me, Wei Ying. Every day, I wear this mask, pretending everything is fine while inside, I'm falling apart. And I hate it. I hate that I have to do it for Sizhui, for you... I promised him we could move on, that we were a family. But how can I keep that promise when I can't even fix what's broken inside me?"Wei Ying's eyes softened, his expression a mix of understanding and sorrow. His hand tightened on Wangji's arm, grounding him in that moment. "You don't have to carry it all alone," he said, his voice calm but firm. "I know I've failed you, but I'm here now. I want to help you through this. Let me in, Lan Zhan. Drink your tea, love. Trust me, you'll start feeling better soon, we will work through this together."Wangji glanced at the hand resting on his arm. The warmth of Wei Ying's touch was grounding, but it unsettled him, too. He let out a shaky breath as Wei Ying gently lifted the cup to his lips, encouraging him to drink. Wangji hesitated, but finally gave in, sipping the tea in silence.The tension in his shoulders eased, but the anger and pain remained close, just beneath the surface. "I don't know how to move forward," Wangji admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, trembling with vulnerability. "I don't know how to deal with all of this. All I feel is anger—anger at you, at Odin, at myself. I feel like I'm failing everyone."Wei Ying's grip tightened, his gaze unwavering. "You're not failing anyone, Wangji. You're allowed to feel angry. You're allowed to hurt. But you have to control yourself love, anger isn't always a good response especially since it puts you in such emotional state." Wei ying paused, he looked like apologetic, as if he didn't mean his words for a second before he spoke again, "I mean, even if that is what you have learned, you keep everything inside, so deep, it's hard to help you when you won't show it. Please, don't hold back with me. I'm angry, too—angry at myself for not being there when you needed me, for running instead of trusting you."Wangji closed his eyes, letting out a long, shuddering breath. Maybe Wei Ying was right. Maybe it was time to stop pretending everything was fine, to stop hiding behind his mask of stoicism. Maybe it was time to let go—just a little—and let someone else share the weight of his burdens.But even as he considered it, he knew how hard it would be. Vulnerability was foreign, uncomfortable. He had spent a lifetime learning to bury his emotions, to push them aside for the sake of duty and discipline. To feel was dangerous, a weakness his uncle had warned him about since he was a child.Wei Ying's voice interrupted his thoughts. "Lan Zhan," he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "I know I hurt you. I understand now how deep the wounds go, how much pain my actions caused you. And I'm so, so sorry."He paused, letting his words sink in before continuing, his voice steady. "I ran because I was scared. I thought leaving was the only way to protect us from more pain. But I was wrong. I see that now. I should have stayed. I should have been by your side, facing everything together. I can't undo what I've done, but I want you to know that I'm here now. I'm not running anymore. I want to work through this with you, Lan Zhan. Whatever it takes."He stepped closer, his gaze earnest and filled with determination. "What do you need from me? Do you want me to leave until you're ready? If that's what it takes, I'll do it. But I don't want to leave. I want to stay, to help you heal. Tell me what you need."Wangji's anger flared, his voice sharp as he met Wei Ying's eyes. "Leave? You think disappearing again will help?" His voice was harsh, but more calm "You think distance will heal us? Leaving again will only deepen the wounds. I need you here, not running away when things get hard."Wei Ying's eyes softened, his voice a gentle plea. "I don't want to leave, Lan Zhan. I just meant... if that's what you need, I'd do it. But if staying is what will help, then I'll stay. I'll endure your anger. I'll do anything if it means we can heal together."Wangji's breathing was labored, the raw emotion swirling inside him. He wanted to push Wei Ying away, to protect himself from the hurt he feared might come again. But a deeper part of him, the part that had always loved Wei Ying, needed him close. He had spent too long in silence, too long holding everything in.In that moment, something cracked inside him.Tears welled in Wangji's eyes, spilling over despite his efforts to hold them back. The weight of his emotions—the anger, the hurt, the fear—finally broke free. He stood there, trembling, tears streaming down his face as the storm inside him raged. He felt exposed, raw, and vulnerable.Wei Ying without hesitation, stepped forward, cupping Wangji's face in his hands, gently wiping away the tears with his thumbs. "It's okay," he whispered. "Let it all out. I'm here, Lan Zhan. I'm not going anywhere."Just as the moment seemed to reach a fragile peace, a slow, mocking clap echoed through the room, cutting through the silence like a blade. "Well, well, what a touching scene," a cold voice drawled. "How adorable."Wangji's body tensed instantly, his expression hardening as he pushed Wei Ying behind him protectively. His eyes narrowed, and his voice dropped into a dangerous, clipped tone. "Hel," he said, glaring at the intruder.Hel stepped into view, a cruel smile playing on his lips, eyes glinting with amusement. "My, my, Hanguang Jun. Such a beautiful display of vulnerability. I must say, I didn't expect to find you in such a fragile state." He tilted his head, mockingly curious. "What would your precious clan think?"Wangji's fists clenched at his sides, the fury from moments ago shifting to a cold, controlled rage. His voice, when he spoke, was low and deadly. "What do you want?" Hel's smile widened, "Oh, I simply couldn't resist witnessing such a tender moment," she mocked, her voice laced with derision. "It seems I've arrived just in time to see something truly... rare."Wangji's gaze hardened, his patience thinning. "This is no time for your games. Leave, now."Hel's mock-wounded expression gave way to a smirk. "Oh, such hostility! I helped you find him, and now you treat me with such disdain. And here I thought we were friends, Lan Zhan," he drawled, his eyes flickering with amusement. "I came with useful information about Daddy and his minions."Wei Ying, looked confused and alarmed as he glanced between Hel and Wangji. "What are you talking about?" he demanded. "Help him? Hel can't help anyone—unless the person has..." His words trailed off as realization dawned. His eyes widened, and he turned to Wangji, horror dawning on his face. "Lan Zhan...""Hm?" Wangji still didn't meet his eyes, his focus unyielding on Hel.Wei Ying's voice rose with urgency. "When Sizhui said you had been to Hell to find me... he meant you literally went to her dominion?! For me ?"Hel laughed, a chilling sound that echoed in the room. "He was quite the determined little warrior. Spent three years in my realm, searching for you. So precious. I almost pitied him. Almost. Then I told him where you were—here, in the human realm. Now he shares a connection to Hel, so I can visit him as I please. " Her voice dripped with mockery as he grinned.Wei Ying's face paled, disbelief and pain flashing in his eyes. "Lan Zhan... you endured three years of that for me?" Before Wei Ying could say more, Wangji cut him off, his tone resolute. "This is not the time for that, Wei Ying." His eyes shifted back to Hel. "What do you want?"Hel's expression shifted to calculated glee, her smile widening like a predator that had just spotted an opportunity. "Oh, well, since you're asking so politely..." She paused, savoring the tension before continuing. "I came to offer you a bit of... assistance. But it comes at a price."Wangji's jaw tightened. "What price?"Hel's eyes sparkled with malevolent amusement. "Your soul," she said, her voice heavy with false gravity.Anger flared in Wangji's eyes as Wei Ying tensed beside him. But before either could react, Hel burst into laughter. "Oh, relax. I'm only joking!"Wangji's temper flared, his voice like ice. "Enough games. What do you really want?"Hel's smirk didn't fade, but her tone became more serious. "I want Odin. When you crush him—and you will —I want him sent to my dominion. I want full rights over his fate. You deliver him to Hell, and I'll help you uncover the truth. In exchange, I'll reveal who's been pulling the strings behind your suffering."Wei Ying's eyes widened. "And why would you do that? He's your father, isn't he?"Hel shrugged casually, her smirk intact. "True. But he's also the one who trapped me in Hell, stripped me of my powers, and bound me to that prison. I have my reasons to see him fall."Wangji's stare didn't waver. "So, you seek revenge. And you'll help us... why?"Hel chuckled softly. "Oh, I do love seeing the mighty brought low. Odin's downfall would be *delicious*. And you? You're just the means to an end. But don't worry, you get what you want, and I get what I want. A win-win."Wei Ying's grip tightened on Wangji's arm. "We should think carefully about this, Lan Zhan. Hel's help might be the only way we find the truth, but..." He glanced at Hel warily. "It could cost us more than we expect."Wangji nodded, his gaze never leaving Hel. "We'll discuss this, but we'll decide on our terms."Hel tilted his head, the mischievous gleam in his eyes never fading. "Of course, take all the time you need." He grinned. "But don't wait too long. I have access to Odin's full memories—things he saw before he showed Wei Ying those visions in the oracles and also who is playing shape shifting." she winked, " I can reveal it all. Just remember, when the time comes... I'll be waiting for my end of the bargain." She gave a mocking bow before vanishing, her eerie laughter echoing in the air.As the room settled into silence, Wei Ying turned to Wangji, his expression both pained and bewildered. "Lan Zhan... why didn't you tell me? You were a prisoner in Hell for three years ?"Wangji looked away, his expression softening in the quiet aftermath. "A lot happened back then. I did what I had to do. It's not something I wanted you to worry about." His voice was steady, but there was a deep weariness in his tone.Wei Ying's eyes softened with guilt. "You did all of that for me... and I never knew." His voice cracked with regret. "I'm so sorry, Lan Zhan. You shouldn't have had to go through that alone."Wangji shook his head. "It's in the past now. There's too much we still need to heal from. Let's focus on that."Wei Ying offered a small, sad smile. "You're right." He took a deep breath, trying to push away the guilt that lingered. "Let's rest. The boys won't be home until later. We could both use a break."Wangji's expression tensed. "I'll lie down in the living room."Surprise and hurt flashed briefly across Wei Ying's face before he forced a smile. "Of course," he said, though his voice was strained.Wangji caught the flicker of pain in Wei Ying's eyes and sighed. "It's not about you, Wei Ying," he explained softly. "I'm still angry. I won't lie about that. But I need time—to rebuild trust, to stop feeling like I need you in my sight at all times. It's not fair to either of us for me to feel this way."Wei Ying's gaze softened, and he nodded slowly, squeezing Wangji's hand in understanding. "I get it. I do. Take all the time you need. I'm here, and we'll work through this. Together."Wangji felt the weight in his chest lighten slightly at Wei Ying's words. "Thank you," he said, his voice quieter now. "I just need time to... feel whole again."Wei Ying's smile warmed, more genuine this time. "I love you," he whispered softly.Wangji's gaze lingered on him, his own voice tender. "I love you too. More than you know." He pressed a gentle kiss to Wei Ying's hand before turning away, heading toward the living room. They had a long road ahead, but for the first time in a long while, he felt like they were taking the first steps toward healing—together. He paused in the doorway, his hand still resting on the frame. The silence stretched for a moment, and then he spoke softly, his voice almost hesitant."Wei Ying..."Wei Ying, who had been watching him with a mixture of concern and affection, straightened slightly, his heart skipping at the sound of his name. "Yes?"Wangji turned back, meeting his gaze, a flicker of something softer in his usually guarded eyes. "The tea," he began, his tone quieter now. "It helped. I didn't want to admit it earlier, but... it did calm me down."A small, warm smile tugged at the corners of Wei Ying's lips, though for the briefest second, something unreadable flickered behind his eyes. "I'm glad. You looked like you needed it."Wangji nodded, his gaze steady on Wei Ying's. "I did. I was... overwhelmed, and I know it's hard for me to let go of things. But the tea—it gave me a moment of peace. So, thank you."Wei Ying's smile widened, his eyes soft with affection, though they lingered just a beat too long on Wangji's face, as if observing more than just his reaction. "Of course. You don't have to thank me. I'll always be here to help, even if it's just a cup of tea.""It may seem small, but it meant more than you know. Just... knowing you care, and that you're trying, it helps."Wei Ying's expression remained tender, but his fingers, resting on the teapot, tightened ever so slightly, his thumb brushing over the handle in a slow, deliberate motion. "I'll always care, Lan Zhan. Always."Wangji gave a faint, almost imperceptible smile, the tension in his shoulders easing just a little more. "Thank you," he repeated softly before he turned again, heading to the living room with a quiet resolve. ¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝓔𝓝𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 31¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸
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The stillness of the living room embraced Wangji as he settled into its quiet, familiar warmth. Outside, evening descended, casting long shadows across the space, but the lingering heat from his tea kept the room from feeling cold. It calmed him in ways he hadn’t expected, his body, now relaxed, felt lighter—freed from the tension he hadn’t even realized he was carrying. The soothing warmth softened the tight edges of his mind, allowing him to breathe more easily.His gaze drifted toward the room he had left, where Wei Ying had stayed without a word. A flicker of concern stirred within Wangji. Had Wei Ying been angry? A knot of worry twisted in his chest. Did I hurt him by not lying down with him? The question gnawed at him, growing in weight as he recalled the unsettling visit from Hel and her cryptic proposal.Wangji’s heart ached at the thought of Wei Ying, alone, burdened by recent conversations that still echoed between them. What if he feels abandoned? The guilt churned within him. He had wanted space to think, to untangle the complexities of their past and the uncertain road ahead. But had his need for solitude driven a wedge between them when he so often said they should fight everything together?Slowly, he rose from the couch, leaving behind the fleeting comfort it offered. His bare feet padded across the wooden floor, each step resonating in the stillness. He paused before the door separating them, steadying himself. He needed to approach Wei Ying with the care and patience that had long defined their bond.As Wangji crossed the threshold, the soft glow of the room revealed Wei Ying’s face, serene but touched by the shadows of lingering thoughts. He sat cross-legged by the window, lost in contemplation. A forgotten cup of tea sat on the table beside him, steam rising lazily in the air. Wei Ying had never cared for tea, yet the small gesture of leaving it untouched spoke volumes.“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying said, his voice pulling Wangji from his thoughts. His eyes widened slightly with surprise. “I didn’t expect you back so soon.”The tension in Wangji’s chest eased a little at the sound of his name. “I was worried about you,” he admitted, his voice gentle but tinged with concern.Wei Ying smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m fine. Just thinking.” He glanced at the tea and shrugged lightly. “I didn’t clean it up yet. It’s still warm—I put a heating charm on it. I thought you might want another cup.”The simple, earnest words tugged at Wangji’s heart, but the shadow of sadness in Wei Ying’s gaze stirred a deeper sense of urgency. “I don’t want you to feel alone,” he said, stepping closer. “Thank you for the tea... I should have stayed with you.”Wei Ying shook his head, the faint smile faltering. “You needed space, Lan Zhan. I get it. But I was hoping... we could face this together.”The quiet admission hit Wangji with unexpected force. He knelt beside Wei Ying, their knees touching in a gentle, unspoken connection. “I want that too,” Wangji whispered, his voice raw with emotion. “I’m still learning to trust again... to heal, with you.”A brief silence followed, thick with the weight of everything unsaid. Wei Ying’s expression softened, “Do you think you can?”Wangji nodded, his resolve firm. “I must.”Wei Ying tilted his head slightly, curiosity sparking in his eyes. “May I?”Wangji nodded again, though he wasn’t entirely sure what Wei Ying was asking for. But the uncertainty vanished when Wei Ying rested his head gently on Wangji’s shoulder. The simple act was as comforting as it was profound, and Wangji felt the tension draining from his body as warmth spread through him.In the quiet, with Wei Ying so close, everything else—their burdens, doubts, fears—seemed to melt away. Wangji leaned into the moment, realizing just how much he had needed this, how much he had craved the closeness they once shared. “I’m here,” he whispered, his words a promise to both of them.Wei Ying lifted his head slightly, his eyes meeting Wangji’s. The world outside faded, Wangji’s heart raced as he gazed into Wei Ying’s eyes, seeing an ocean of emotion reflected back at him.“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying murmured, his voice soft, vulnerable. “I’m so glad you’re here.”Wangji felt a surge of warmth at Wei Ying’s words, a tenderness he could barely put into words. The fading light from the window bathed them in a soft, golden glow, as if time itself had slowed to hold them in this moment.Without thinking, Wangji closed the small distance between them, his fingers brushing lightly against Wei Ying’s cheek. The touch was gentle, almost hesitant, but it sent a spark through Wangji’s veins. He saw the way Wei Ying’s breath caught, a shadow of something unspoken flickering across his face.For a heartbeat, Wangji hesitated, searching Wei Ying’s eyes for any sign of doubt. But all he found was a silent yearning, a mirror of his own. With quiet assurance, Wangji leaned in, their lips meeting softly, a tentative exploration of something fragile but real.The kiss began delicately, a promise wrapped in softness, but soon deepened into something more. Wangji’s heart swelled with emotion as he tasted the warmth of Wei Ying’s breath, the faint essence of tea lingering between them. It was intoxicating, pulling him deeper into the moment, where nothing else mattered but the connection between them.Wei Ying responded a bit later, his hands finding their way to Wangji’s shoulders, grounding them both as the kiss grew more urgent. But beneath the tenderness, Wangji sensed something—something restrained, a tension in the way Wei Ying held him, in the unsteady rhythm of his breath. It was subtle, but it was there.When they finally parted, both breathless, Wangji rested his forehead against Wei Ying’s, their eyes locked. In the quiet, their shared gaze spoke more than words ever could. Yet, despite the intimacy of the moment, Wangji couldn’t shake the feeling that something lingered beneath the surface, an unspoken truth hovering just out of reach.“I didn’t know I needed that,” Wei Ying murmured, a playful smile tugging at his lips, though the flicker in his eyes told a different story. A shadow, brief but unmistakable, passed too quickly for Wangji to grasp.“Neither did I,” Wangji replied, his voice soft but sincere. Yet, a quiet unease stirred within him, like a question taking root in his heart. “But it felt... right.”Wei Ying’s smile widened, but Wangji noticed the strain in it, the way it seemed rehearsed, masking something deeper. “It did, didn’t it? Maybe we should do that more often.”Wangji smiled back, warmth flooding his chest, though a subtle tension lingered in the air. He couldn’t ignore the way Wei Ying’s gaze drifted to the window, searching the darkening sky as if hoping for answers beyond the glass. “Yes,” Wangji agreed, his voice dropping to a gentle murmur.They nestled together, Wei Ying curling into Wangji’s side, their bodies fitting together as naturally as always. Yet, there was a hesitation in Wei Ying’s movements, a fleeting moment where his body seemed to tense, as if wary of disturbing something fragile between them. Wangji felt the shift, subtle as it was, and though their breaths merged in a comforting rhythm, his mind wandered.The questions danced in the corners of his thoughts like flickering shadows, and though he couldn’t name them, he knew they were there. What was Wei Ying holding back? What unspoken truth lingered beneath the surface of their closeness?“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying’s voice broke the silence, soft and almost hesitant, as though speaking too loudly might shatter the quiet peace they had found.“Yes?” Wangji replied, turning slightly to look down at him. Wei Ying’s eyes were heavy with sleep, but he still talked.“I...” Wei Ying’s voice faltered, as if he were choosing his words carefully. “I didn’t want to make things complicated. I just... want us to be okay.”The words were slurred slightly, the weight of sleep tugging at them, but they hit Wangji with startling clarity. He felt a pang in his chest as he wondered what, exactly, Wei Ying feared. “We will be,” Wangji said, his voice steady though uncertainty gnawed at him. Are we not okay? “It takes time, but we’re healing.”Wei Ying nodded, his lips curving into a faint smile, but there was something guarded in his expression. “I know,” he whispered. “It’s just... sometimes, I feel like I’m walking on thin ice.” He chuckled, but the sound was tinged with something darker. “I don’t want to slip.”Wangji’s heart tightened at the admission, the fragile edge of Wei Ying’s words cutting deeper than he let on. “You won’t slip,” Wangji promised, his hand finding its way to Wei Ying’s forehead, brushing away a few stray strands of hair. His fingers lingered on the warmth of Wei Ying’s skin, a quiet reassurance passing between them. “You can always rely on me.”Wei Ying closed his eyes, leaning into the touch. “Goodnight, Lan Zhan,” he murmured, his voice fading into the softness of sleep.“Goodnight, Wei Ying,” Wangji whispered, though sleep eluded him. As the night deepened, he lay there, listening to Wei Ying’s steady breathing, feeling the warmth of their closeness—but the unspoken words between them, the weight of something unacknowledged, lingered like a shadow at the edges of his mind.The morning sunlight filtered through the windows, casting soft, golden light across the room. Wangji stirred, feeling the warmth of the sun against his skin, but as he slowly opened his eyes, he realized the bed beside him was empty.Wei Ying was gone.For a moment, Wangji lay still, his heart tightening at the absence. Pushing the blankets aside, Wangji rose from the bed, his movements slow and deliberate as if the weight of the previous night still clung to him. He glanced around the room, half-expecting to see Wei Ying lingering by the window, lost in thought as he was yesterday night. But the room was empty.The remnants of their tea set lay on the small table, still neat and tidy, as if untouched since the night before. He remembered how he had moved them both from the floor to the bed sometime in the night, the comforting weight of Wei Ying against him giving way to a more spacious sleep.Wangji’s steps quickened as he moved toward the door. There was no one in the hallway, he made his way towards the kitchen when he saw a glimpse of red through the french window in the living room. He moved closer to it and he opened it to find Wei Ying standing outside, bathed in the soft morning light, his back to the house as he gazed out at the horizonWangji stood at the window’s edge, his hands resting against the cool frame, fingers curling slightly as he watched Wei Ying outside. The soft morning light bathed Wei Ying in a warm glow, his figure moving effortlessly, as if the world belonged to him in ways Wangji could never understand. There was a grace in the way Wei Ying stood, a lightness to his step as though the burdens they carried didn’t weigh him down as heavily.And yet, Wangji couldn’t move. Something held him back, something bitter and unfamiliar that stirred deep within him.Anger.It crept into his chest, tightening with every second he watched Wei Ying. His partner’s freedom to come and go as he pleased, to stand out there so easily, filled Wangji with an unexpected resentment. He wanted to join him, to feel the same ease, the same release from the constraints that seemed to bind him to this space. But he couldn’t. But before anger could grow, he called “Wei Ying," softly, his voice cutting through the quiet.Wei Ying turned, his expression softening as he met Wangji’s gaze. “Good morning, Lan Zhan,” he said, his voice light, though there was something fragile in his smile. “I didn’t want to wake you.”Wangji's heart easing at the sight of him but still weighed down by the unspoken tension between them. “You should have,” he replied gently. “I didn’t like waking up without you.”Wei Ying’s smile faltered for a moment, a flicker of something passing through his eyes before he quickly masked it. “Sorry. I just needed some fresh air... to think.”“What are you thinking about?” Wangji finally asked, his voice barely above a whisper.Wei Ying hesitated, his eyes drifting back toward the horizon. “Us,” he said after a long pause. “Everything we’ve been through... and what comes next.”Wangji’s chest tightened at the admission. He had been thinking about the same thing, but hearing it spoken aloud brought a new weight to the uncertainty that hung between them. “We’ll figure it out,” he said quietly, though the words felt inadequate. “Together.”Wei Ying turned to him, his gaze searching Wangji’s face as if looking for reassurance, for a certainty that neither of them fully possessed. “I know,” he said softly. “I just... sometimes I wonder if I’m strong enough.”“You are,” Wangji said, his voice firm. “We are.”Before they could say more, Jingyi’s voice rang out from inside the house, sharp and full of energy. “WE ARE BACKKKK!” he shouted, his voice echoing from the kitchen. “And starving! Where’s the food?!”Wei Ying’s playful grin returned instantly, the weight of their conversation slipping away. “Here they go again,” he teased, stepping back slightly. “Let’s see what kind of mess they’ve made this time.”Wangji’s gaze lingered on Wei Ying for a moment longer, but the atmosphere had already shifted. Jingyi’s unmistakable presence seemed to breathe life into the stillness. Wei Ying, always quick to embrace the change in mood, turned toward the kitchen, his steps light as he called back to Jingyi.“Don’t tell me you ate everything on the night hunt!” Wei Ying teased, walking toward the source of the noise.As Wangji followed, they entered the kitchen to find Jingyi rummaging through the cabinets with exaggerated frustration, while Sizhui stood by, looking slightly exasperated but amused. Jingyi glanced over his shoulder when he heard Wei Ying and Wangji enter.“Senior Wei!” Jingyi exclaimed, throwing his hands up dramatically. “We’ve been hunting all night, and there’s nothing to eat! How could you let this happen?” He feigned a look of betrayal before flashing a grin.Wei Ying laughed, clearly enjoying Jingyi’s antics. “You’re always so dramatic, Jingyi. I’m sure you can survive a few more minutes.”“Minutes?!” Jingyi gasped, clutching his stomach. “I’m on the verge of collapse!”Sizhui sighed softly, though his eyes were bright with amusement. “We told you we could’ve grabbed something on the way back, but no, you insisted on getting home as fast as possible.”“Of course!” Jingyi replied, puffing out his chest. “I knew we’d find better food here. Besides, I needed to tell everyone about how Sizhui took down that fierce corpse like a true hero.”Wei Ying raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. “Oh? Do tell!”As Jingyi launched into his animated recounting of their hunt, Wangji watched quietly from beside Wei Ying.Wei Ying leaned against the kitchen doorframe, crossing his arms with a playful smile as Jingyi dramatically recounted their night hunt, complete with exaggerated sound effects. “It was whoosh, and then BAM, Sizhui took it down with one strike—no hesitation!”Sizhui, ever humble, shook his head, cheeks flushing slightly. “It wasn’t quite like that…”“Don’t be modest!” Jingyi interrupted, clapping Sizhui on the back. “You were amazing! I was this close to getting caught, but then—my hero saved the day!”Wei Ying chuckled, clearly entertained by Jingyi’s storytelling. “Sizhui, you’ve been hanging around Jingyi too long. His dramatics are starting to rub off on you.”Jingyi placed a hand over his heart, pretending to be wounded. “Senior Wei, I only speak the truth!”Wangji observed quietly, his usual stillness blending into the lighthearted chaos around him. Though he hadn’t said much since they’d entered the kitchen, the corners of his lips twitched, softening his expression. He could feel the tension from earlier slipping away, like the last vestiges of a storm clearing after a long night.“Anyway,” Wei Ying said, glancing around, “if you’re so hungry, why don’t you two make something? There’s plenty in the kitchen.”Jingyi groaned dramatically. “But Senior Wei, we were hoping you’d cook! I mean, after all we’ve been through, surely you could treat us!”Sizhui sighed softly, but there was a teasing glint in his eyes. “You were supposed to help too, Jingyi.”Wei Ying raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by the banter. “Oh, so now I’m your personal chef?” He glanced over at Wangji, his smile mischievous. “What do you think, Lan Zhan? Should we let them starve or feed them?”Wangji’s gaze flickered between Wei Ying and the two juniors, his voice calm but touched with the faintest hint of humor. “It depends on whether you can tolerate their noise if they go hungry.”Jingyi gasped, putting on an exaggerated expression of despair. “Not you too, Hanguang-jun!”Wei Ying burst out laughing, the sound rich and unrestrained, filling the space with a warmth that made the room feel instantly lighter. “Alright, alright! Stop with the theatrics. Let’s cook something before Jingyi collapses from all this storytelling.”Jingyi immediately brightened, rushing over to the cabinets. “I knew we could count on you, Senior Wei!”Sizhui, always the sensible one, smiled warmly. “Thank you, Senior Wei. We’ll help.”With that, they all gathered in the kitchen. Wei Ying began pulling out ingredients, while Jingyi attempted to help but mostly added more commentary than actual assistance. Sizhui, patient as ever, quietly took over tasks with practiced ease, keeping the chaos to a minimum.Wangji stood nearby, watching Wei Ying move with grace and ease through the kitchen. Though his hands were busy, Wei Ying’s eyes frequently darted over to Wangji, offering him a quick smile or playful glance. The domesticity of the scene felt peaceful, natural.“Jingyi, you’re going to burn that if you’re not careful,” Wei Ying called out, snapping Wangji out of his thoughts.Jingyi huffed, waving his hand dismissively. “Senior Wei, I’ve got this under control. I’m practically a master chef by now!”Wei Ying arched an eyebrow. “Is that why Sizhui is quietly fixing everything behind you?”Jingyi turned to see Sizhui carefully stirring the pot Jingyi had been in charge of, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I’m just making sure everything’s perfect,” Sizhui said gently, though there was a playful twinkle in his eyes.The room erupted in more laughter, and soon enough, the meal was ready. They gathered around the small dining table, the food steaming in front of them. Wei Ying took a seat beside Wangji, his shoulder brushing against Wangji’s in a familiar, unspoken gesture of closeness.“This looks amazing,” Wei Ying said, nodding approvingly at the spread before them. “Good work, everyone. Especially you, Jingyi,” he added, clearly teasing.Jingyi puffed out his chest proudly, choosing to take the compliment at face value. “Thank you, Senior Wei. I’ll remember this moment forever.”“Eat up, then,” Wei Ying chuckled, dishing out the food. “You’ll need the energy for your next hunt.”As they ate, the conversation flowed easily, with Jingyi excitedly recounting more stories from their hunt, Sizhui adding in quieter details when needed. Wangji listened, occasionally nodding in agreement or adding a comment, but mostly he was content to let the others speak, savoring the rare feeling of contentment.Wei Ying, on the other hand, was in his element—laughing, teasing, and drawing everyone into the conversation with his infectious energy. Every now and then, he’d glance over at Wangji, his expression softening in those moments of silence between them.As the meal wound down and the plates were cleared, Jingyi stretched dramatically. “That was exactly what I needed. I don’t think I’ll need to eat for another week.”Sizhui shook his head, smiling fondly. “Until tomorrow morning, when you’ll be asking for breakfast.”Jingyi grinned, unashamed. “Well, that’s tomorrow’s problem.” ¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝓔𝓝𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 33¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸
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Morning light crept into the house, soft but insistent, stirring Wangji from his sleep. The warmth beside him had long faded, and Wei Ying's familiar presence was gone from the bed. Wangji's hand rested on the cool sheet for a moment longer, a sense of quiet disappointment settling over him. He was used to waking up alone in recent weeks. Wei Ying had taken to rising earlier, always full of restless energy, but today something gnawed at the back of Wangji's mind—an echo of last night's unease.Hel's words weighed heavily on him, a quiet storm in his thoughts. The deal she had offered lingered like an unanswered question: the chance to overthrow Odin, a path that could lead to freedom from this punishment, from this confining house in the mortal realm. Wangji had yet to give his answer, uncertain whether such a path was wise, or if it would only lead to greater chaos.But as he dressed and descended the stairs, it wasn't Hel's proposal that tugged at him most; it was Wei Ying. His partner's behavior had shifted, and though subtle, it was enough to unsettle Wangji. The laughter that didn't quite reach his eyes, the absentminded way Wei Ying had stirred his tea last night as if lost in some distant thought, and now, his sudden disappearances early in the morning—it was all too out of place.Wangji stepped into the kitchen, where the familiar voices of Sizhui and Jingyi filled the room, their youthful energy brightening the space. At the center of it, Wei Ying sat at the table, a smile playing on his lips as he listened to the boys, but Wangji noticed the stiffness in his posture. His fingers traced the rim of an untouched cup of tea, the movement too deliberate, too slow. Something wasn't right."Lan Zhan!" Wei Ying greeted, his tone light as he turned toward Wangji, but there was something in his eyes, something that flickered and quickly disappeared. "I didn't wake you, did I?""No," Wangji replied, moving to sit beside him. "You left early."Wei Ying shrugged, his fingers still idly circling the cup's edge. "Just couldn't sleep. Thought I'd come down and prepare some tea for everyone."Wangji's gaze flickered to the tea. Wei Ying wasn't drinking his own cup, and the steam had long since dissipated. "You're not drinking."Wei Ying chuckled, brushing off the comment with a light wave. "You know me, Lan Zhan. I've never been much of a tea person in the morning. I made it for you."Wangji's brow furrowed slightly but said nothing. He reached for the cup and sipped. Though the steam had vanished, the tea was still warm, its gentle heat spreading through him. It was comforting, but the lingering concern in his chest remained. He could feel Wei Ying’s gaze on him, studying his every movement."It's good," Wangji said quietly, his voice even, though the tension in the air was hard to ignore.Sizhui and Jingyi, blissfully unaware of the quiet tension lingering in the room, were busy recounting their latest adventure. Jingyi's voice was bright with excitement as he turned to Wei Ying, full of youthful enthusiasm."We should head out soon for another night hunt," Jingyi said, bouncing on his feet. "There's more out there, and we could really use your expertise tonight, Wei-qianbei!"It was the kind of invitation Wei Ying would have usually leapt at—the chance to throw himself into action, into the thrill of the hunt, to guide the younger disciples with his characteristic charm and boundless energy. Wangji instinctively turned his gaze to Wei Ying, expecting a bright grin or an eager response. But instead, Wei Ying hesitated. His smile faltered just a little too long, his fingers continuing to trace the rim of his tea cup."Oh, I've got some things to do around here," Wei Ying said, his voice a touch too light, the words rushed out quickly as if he hadn't quite thought them through. "But you boys go ahead! I'm sure you'll bring back something impressive."Wangji's brow furrowed. Wei Ying had never turned down a night hunt before, especially one that included the boys. His refusal felt... wrong. Out of place. Wangji couldn't help but question it, though he said nothing for now. Why wouldn't Wei Ying want to join them? Did he feel that leaving Wangji—even for a few hours—might trigger some unknown consequence, as if distancing himself too much might mean he wouldn't be allowed back?Jingyi, oblivious to the undercurrents, grinned broadly, not noticing the tension that seemed to coil tighter around Wei Ying. "Suit yourself, but you'll miss out on the fun! We'll be sure to show you what you missed when we return." He flashed a playful wink, and Sizhui smiled, always a calming presence beside him."We'll see you both later," Sizhui said with his usual warmth, bowing slightly before leading Jingyi out the door, their footsteps soon fading into the distance.Wangji's attention shifted immediately back to Wei Ying as the silence descended once more. The unease that had simmered all morning felt even more present now, thickening the air between them. Wei Ying sat still, his eyes focused on the table, though it seemed like his thoughts were miles away."You didn't want to go," Wangji observed quietly, his voice careful, non-accusatory. He wasn't sure if it was concern or curiosity that drove him to ask, but either way, something about Wei Ying's behavior stirred a deep-seated worry in him.Wei Ying didn't look up right away. When he finally did, he offered Wangji a small smile, but it was tinged with a shadow of something else—something uncertain. "I just thought... I should stay here. You know, be around." He shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant, but Wangji could sense the weight behind those words.It was then that Wangji began to wonder if Wei Ying felt as though he were tethered here, bound to this house by something more than choice. Did Wei Ying believe that if he ventured too far, he might be... cast out? Rejected by whatever forces governed Wangji's punishment? Or was it something more personal—was Wei Ying simply uncomfortable with all that had happened between them? With the strain of Wangji's confinement weighing on them both?"You don't need to stay because of me," Wangji said softly, his eyes never leaving Wei Ying's. "I don't want you to feel... trapped."Wei Ying's smile brightened for a second, but there was no real relief in his eyes. "I'm not trapped, Lan Zhan. Just... I don't know. I'm not in the mood for it today. That's all."But Wangji could sense it—that undercurrent of unease that had been present since this whole ordeal began. Wei Ying was restless, not in the way he usually was, filled with exuberant energy, but in a way that felt heavier, as though something weighed on him that he couldn't shake.Wangji's gaze softened as he took in Wei Ying's quiet demeanor, and he let out a small sigh. "You don't have to explain," he said finally, though his concern remained. "But you don't have to stay here because of me. I don't want you to feel like you're... caged."At the word "caged," Wei Ying's fingers twitched, a subtle reaction that didn't go unnoticed by Wangji. The expression that flickered across Wei Ying's face was brief but telling—a flash of discomfort that quickly disappeared behind his usual smile."I know, Lan Zhan," Wei Ying said quietly, his voice softer than before. "But it's not that. Really, it's not." He stood from the table, a little too quickly, like he needed to move, to escape the tension that had settled between them. "Why don't I make you another pot of tea? I'm sure you could use something to relax." He moved toward the counter, already reaching for the kettle before Wangji could respond.Wangji stayed seated, watching him closely. This wasn't like Wei Ying at all. Wei Ying was always the one pushing boundaries, laughing in the face of confinement, full of life even in the most difficult situations. But now, there was a sense of withdrawal, as though he was pulling away, distancing himself from something—maybe from Wangji, or from the weight of all they were facing.Was Wei Ying simply afraid of getting too far away, physically or emotionally? Or was there something more—something Wei Ying hadn't yet said?As Wei Ying busied himself with the tea, Wangji's thoughts drifted back to Hel's offer. It seemed like such a simple solution—overthrow Odin, reclaim their freedom. But it wasn't that simple. Nothing ever was. And now, with Wei Ying behaving like this, the stakes felt higher, the risks more personal.Wangji stood slowly, crossing the room to stand beside Wei Ying. He reached out, resting a hand gently on Wei Ying's wrist, stopping him mid-motion. "You don't have to make more tea," he said softly. "Just... sit with me."Wei Ying hesitated, his body tense under Wangji's touch, but then he relaxed slightly, setting the kettle aside. He turned to face Wangji, his expression softened by something close to gratitude."Alright," he said after a moment, his voice barely more than a whisper.Wangji hesitated, studying him. There was a flicker of something behind Wei Ying's words, a shadow in his gaze that was too quickly masked by a smile. "Where did you go this morning?"Wei Ying waved a hand dismissively. "Just outside. Needed some fresh air. You know how it is."The knot in Wangji's chest tightened. He did know. Wei Ying hated feeling confined, and being stuck here, in this house, while Wangji served his punishment from Odin, was clearly taking its toll. Wangji had felt it for weeks now—Wei Ying's restlessness, his need for freedom pulling at him like a tether."I understand," Wangji said quietly, though his voice held a note of warning. "But you should stay close. It's dangerous to go too far."Wei Ying's smile faltered for a split second. "I'm not going anywhere dangerous, Lan Zhan. Just the village, maybe a bit beyond to stretch my legs. I can't stay cooped up like this forever."Wangji's heart tightened. He didn't want to cage Wei Ying, to bind him to the same invisible walls that held him in place. Yet the thought of Wei Ying wandering too far from the safety of their home, from the boundaries Odin had imposed, sent a cold wave of worry through him."I know," he said softly, trying to keep his tone even. "But... we need to be careful. Hel's proposal... it could change everything."Wei Ying's hand stilled on the table, his expression shifting. "Hel's proposal." He repeated the words slowly, as if testing their weight. "Do you think it's worth considering?"Wangji was quiet for a moment, the memory of Hel's visit fresh in his mind. The goddess of death had offered him a chance—to help overthrow Odin, to break free from the punishment that bound him here. But the cost of such rebellion weighed heavily on him, and he still hadn't given an answer."I don't know," he admitted. "It could be dangerous."Wei Ying's eyes darkened, a flash of something unspoken passing between them. "Dangerous," he echoed softly. "For whom?"Wangji couldn't quite place what Wei Ying meant by that, but the tension between them was palpable. He reached for Wei Ying's hand, fingers brushing his partner's wrist gently, hoping to soothe whatever was pulling at him. "I don't want you caught in the middle of this," Wangji said, his voice firm but laced with concern. "Whatever we decide, I need you safe."Wei Ying's smile returned, though it felt more like a mask than a true expression of ease. "I'm always safe, Lan Zhan. No matter the choice, you should be aware of that."Wangji was taken aback for a moment, sensing the sharpness in Wei Ying's tone—almost too sharp for his liking. It struck him as unreasonable, yet an unsettling feeling began to swell inside him, igniting an unexpected anger that coiled dangerously within his chest.He clenched his fists, knuckles whitening as he fought to regain control. Why was he feeling this way? Anger directed at Wei Ying, at his erratic behavior, at this constant push and pull between them? It was unlike him to let emotions flare like this, yet something about the exchange felt profoundly unnerving, as if Wei Ying was both pushing him away and drawing him closer simultaneously.Wangji's jaw tightened, his usually composed demeanor faltering under the weight of his inner turmoil. This frustration felt foreign, a strange echo of unresolved feelings. Memories of his uncles' teachings flooded his mind: Anger is evil. It had led your father to ruin. It fueled his resentment toward your mother, destroying their love. Anger destroys. It poisons the soul. Control it, or it will control you.Was that it? Was his anger corrupting his heart and mind?"Wei Ying..." His voice, despite his efforts, emerged more strained than he intended. He inhaled deeply, trying to calm himself, to suppress the unreasonable surge of emotion. "What do you mean by that?"Wei Ying's eyes flickered, a glimmer of realization flashing across his face as he sensed the shift in Wangji's tone. The smile that had previously lit his features softened, concern seeping into his gaze. "Lan Zhan...? Are you alright?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry."I asked, what do you mean by that?" Wangji pressed, his voice steady but firm."I meant that I am always safe," Wei Ying replied, his expression earnest yet tinged with uncertainty. "You'll keep me safe. I have no worries about being in danger because I know that as long as you're here, I'm always safe... What did you think I meant?"Wangji's heart raced at the sudden shift in Wei Ying's expression. The worry etched on his brow sent a sharp pang through him, starkly contrasting the earlier edge in his tone. It left Wangji feeling both relieved and bewildered."I... I didn't know," Wangji admitted, his voice low and almost lost. He struggled to express the tumult of emotions swirling within him. "You seemed..." He faltered, searching for the right words to convey his feelings without delving deeper into the emotional chasm yawning between them. "You sounded different, and I—""And you thought I was threatening you?" Wei Ying interrupted, his eyes wide with concern. "Lan Zhan, I would never—""I know," Wangji replied, forcing the tightness in his chest to ease. "But it felt like..." He hesitated again, wrestling with the tempest of his feelings. "I'm having unreasonable feelings, Wei Ying.""You're just still angry at me," Wei Ying said softly, the words tinged with a hint of resignation. "That's fine, Lan Zhan. Let me make you some tea.""I DON'T WANT SOME TEA, WEI YING!" Wangji's outburst startled both of them, the sudden intensity echoing in the air between them."I'm sorry," Wangji quickly apologized, his voice lowering as the weight of his own outburst sank in. Memories of his childhood flashed before his eyes—his father screaming, his mother standing still, quietly absorbing the anger as if her calm could resolve everything. She would always go to the kitchen afterward, making tea for everyone, as if it could mend the cracks that had formed in their family.I'm going mad, Wangji thought, feeling the walls of his composure begin to crumble. The heat of anger, the tightness in his chest—it all felt so familiar, so suffocating. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to steady himself."I don't want to fight, Wei Ying," he said, his voice softer now, the edge of anger dissipating as guilt took its place. "I just..." He trailed off, feeling more exposed than ever, uncertain of how to navigate this delicate moment.Wei Ying stepped closer, concern radiating from him "Lan Zhan, listen to me." His voice was soft but firm as he guided Wangji to sit down, then settled beside him, holding his hand gently. "We both don't want to fight, and it's okay for you to scream and be angry sometimes. That's what humans feel when they're hurt, or when things feel wrong. It's natural.""This is unreasonable, Wei Ying... this anger. It feels... like a curse," Wangji said, his voice tight with frustration and self-doubt."Lan Zhan," Wei Ying said, his tone calm and understanding, "that's exactly why I took some time outside today. I think Odin may have done something to you, twisted your emotions somehow. Your anger—it doesn't feel entirely like yours, does it?"Wangji hesitated, his brows furrowing as he tried to sort through the tangled emotions that had been plaguing him. "I... I don't know anymore," he admitted, feeling the weight of his uncertainty press down on him. "I don't know if I can trust myself.""I've been thinking about that, too," Wei Ying said, his thumb tracing slow circles over Wangji's hand. "That's why I brought back some medicinal herbs. I know it sounds silly, but I call it tea because it feels... less intimidating that way. I also reached out to Wen Qing, asked her to come by later. Just to check if there really is something wrong, to see if Odin's done something to you. Is that alright?"Wangji nodded, feeling a rush of gratitude for Wei Ying's quiet care. "Yes, thank you."Wei Ying's smile was gentle, soothing in its warmth. "So, for now, let me make you that tea. And after, you'll rest. Just for a while."Wangji nodded, the exhaustion weighing on him heavier than before. He watched as Wei Ying rose gracefully and moved toward the kitchen to prepare the tea. The simple motions—Wei Ying gathering the herbs, heating the water—were steadying, a quiet rhythm that contrasted sharply with the storm of thoughts swirling in Wangji's mind.He remained seated, staring blankly at the room, lost in thought. Hel's proposal hung heavily on him. Maybe she was right. Maybe overthrowing Odin was the only real path to freedom. But even as he thought about it, the idea seemed distant, like something far out of reach. He didn't have the strength for rebellion, not yet. Not while his own emotions were so twisted and dark.First, he needed to see Wen Qing. He needed clarity, needed the medicine to stabilize himself—to stop this growing fear that he was becoming more like his father. Wangji despised the thought. He remembered the coldness, the sharp anger, the way his father's bitterness had corroded everything it touched, until there was nothing left but resentment.No. He couldn't allow himself to fall into that same trap, to become consumed by the darkness inside him. He had to find a way out before it swallowed him whole.The sound of tea being poured brought him back to the present. Wei Ying returned with the tea, the comforting fragrance filling the air. Wangji looked up at him, a silent gratitude in his gaze, as Wei Ying set the cup down in front of him."Here," Wei Ying said softly, his voice full of quiet care. "Drink this. It'll help."Wangji took the cup, feeling the warmth seep through his fingers, and allowed himself, just for a moment, to believe that maybe things could get better. ¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝓔𝓝𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 34¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸
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Wangji sat on the couch, the calming tea still warm in his hands. Though the heat soothed his body, it did little to quiet the turmoil inside him.He took a slow sip, his gaze distant as Hel's offer lingered in his mind like a thorn, digging deeper with every passing thought. Freedom. It would be so easy to say yes—to cast off Odin's chains and reclaim his life. But what Hel had proposed wasn't without its risks. To rebel against a god, especially one as powerful and cunning as Odin, could bring devastating consequences. Not just for him, but for Wei Ying, for Sizhui, for all those he had sworn to protect.Beside him, Wei Ying sat quietly, his presence comforting yet strangely unnerving. Wangji could feel Wei Ying's eyes on him, a steady gaze that was both reassuring and... something else. Something he couldn't quite place."You're thinking about Hel's offer again," Wei Ying remarked, his tone light but with an edge of concern.Wangji nodded, his grip tightening slightly around the cup. "I can't stop," he admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. The weight of the decision had been pressing on him since Hel first approached, and now it felt heavier than ever.Wei Ying leaned closer, his hand brushing lightly against Wangji's arm in a gesture of support. "Lan Zhan," he began, his voice calm, almost too calm, "you don't have to rush this decision. Hel's not expecting an answer right away, is she? You should give yourself more time. Think it over."Wangji hesitated. More time? He'd already spent days, weeks, trapped in this endless cycle of uncertainty. The longer he delayed, the more the chains around him seemed to tighten. And yet, there was something in Wei Ying's tone that made him pause. It was gentle, soothing, but also... deliberate."I've thought about it," Wangji said, his voice steady but troubled. "But every time I do, I think about what could happen. What it might cost."Wei Ying's fingers tightened ever so slightly on his arm, a subtle gesture that might have gone unnoticed if Wangji hadn't been so attuned to every movement, every nuance. "That's exactly why you need to be careful," Wei Ying replied, his gaze flickering with a strange intensity. "We can't afford to make a mistake. Odin... he's not just going to let us go. Hel's offer—it's dangerous. Too dangerous."Wangji frowned. "I know the risks, but..." He trailed off, the words tangled in his mind. Hel had promised him freedom—freedom from Odin's hold, from the punishment that kept him tethered to this place. It was a temptation he couldn't easily dismiss.But Wei Ying's words—his hesitation, the way he seemed almost eager to push the decision back—it unsettled Wangji. Wei Ying had always been one to leap into action, to embrace danger if it meant a chance at freedom. Yet now, he seemed... different. Cautious. Too cautious."You don't think it's worth considering?" Wangji asked, turning to study Wei Ying's face.Wei Ying smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "I think... we should wait. There's no need to rush into a rebellion against a god. Odin has his reasons for punishing you, and maybe... maybe we can find another way. One that doesn't involve going up against him. You've already been through so much, Lan Zhan."Wangji's brow furrowed. Another way? But what other way was there? Hel's proposal had been the only glimmer of hope, the only escape from this suffocating prison Odin had built around him. Yet, Wei Ying seemed almost eager to dismiss it, to push it away.Wangji glanced down at his tea, the warmth still radiating from the cup. The liquid inside was calm, unlike the storm raging within him. He had expected Wei Ying to encourage him, to push him toward a decision—but instead, it felt as though Wei Ying was pulling him back, keeping him from making a choice."Wei Ying..." Wangji began, unsure of how to voice his concerns. "Are you... afraid? That if I go through with Hel's plan, something might happen?"Wei Ying's smile softened, and he reached up to brush a strand of hair behind Wangji's ear, his touch gentle but firm. "I just don't want to see you hurt, Lan Zhan. You've already suffered enough because of Odin. I don't want you to take on more than you need to.""But if I do nothing—""We're safe here," Wei Ying interrupted softly, his hand resting on Wangji's shoulder. "Right now, we're safe. Isn't that enough for now?"Wangji's chest tightened. Safe? Yes, they were safe for now, confined within the boundaries of this house, this realm. But it wasn't freedom. It was a gilded cage, and every day Wangji felt those invisible bars closing in tighter."We can't stay here forever," Wangji said quietly, his voice laced with frustration. "This isn't life, Wei Ying. It's... it's a prison."Wei Ying's smile faltered for a fraction of a second, his eyes darkening. "But at least in this prison, we're together," he murmured, his voice low. "Isn't that what matters?"The words struck Wangji like a blow. Together. Yes, they were together now, but at what cost? He didn't want Wei Ying to be trapped alongside him, bound by the same chains. And yet, Wei Ying's insistence on staying, on pushing the decision away, left Wangji feeling more confused than ever."I just need more time," Wei Ying said gently, his thumb brushing across Wangji's knuckles in a calming gesture. "We don't have to decide anything right now."Wangji nodded slowly, though the unease in his chest hadn't lifted. He trusted Wei Ying—he always had—but something about this didn't sit right with him. Wei Ying was pushing too hard, trying too hard to keep the decision at bay. And though his words were meant to comfort, they only stirred more doubt."I'll think about it," Wangji finally said, his voice quieter now, weighed down by the conflicting emotions swirling within him.Wei Ying's smile returned, soft and warm, but Wangji couldn't shake the sense that something was off. Why was Wei Ying so determined to delay the decision? Was it fear? Or was it something else—something Wangji couldn't quite see?As the silence settled between them again, Wangji sipped the last of his tea, feeling its warmth seep into him. He leaned back against the couch, his mind still troubled, his heart heavy with the weight of choices yet to be made.The warmth of the tea settled in Wangji's chest, calming his mind but not fully banishing the turmoil that churned beneath the surface. Beside him, Wei Ying remained close, his hand resting lightly on Wangji's arm. There was something about the way Wei Ying kept looking at him—watchful, cautious, as if gauging his every reaction.Wangji opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything, the sound of a soft knock echoed from the door."That must be Wen Qing," Wei Ying said quietly, standing up and moving toward the door without hesitation. His movements were smooth, practiced, almost like he had anticipated this moment all along.Wangji frowned slightly but said nothing. He hadn't been expecting Wen Qing so soon. The idea that Wei Ying had already taken steps to ensure her arrival felt... planned. It was another reminder that Wei Ying had been carefully navigating this situation long before Wangji even realized how much was at play.Wen Qing stepped inside, her expression calm but serious, as it often was. She gave Wangji a brief nod of acknowledgment before her sharp gaze shifted to Wei Ying, a silent conversation passing between them in that shared glance. Wangji couldn't shake the feeling that something was being discussed without him. Something important."How are you feeling, Hanguang-Jun?" Wen Qing asked, her voice measured as she approached the couch. She set down a small medical kit on the table, her fingers deftly arranging the contents."I'm fine," Wangji replied automatically, though his tone held uncertainty. He wasn't used to being the one in need of medical attention, and though he trusted Wen Qing, the idea that something could be wrong with him was unnerving.Wen Qing raised an eyebrow but didn't press further. "Let's have a look, just to be sure."Wei Ying hovered nearby, his presence a constant, steadying force, but Wangji could feel the tension between them. Hel's offer. It still hung in the air, unspoken but ever-present.Wen Qing moved efficiently, her hands steady as she examined him. She took his pulse, her brow furrowing slightly as she focused. "I understand that you've been feeling... different recently?" she asked, her tone more clinical now, though her eyes flicked to Wei Ying as if seeking confirmation.Wangji hesitated, unsure how to explain the strange anger that had been simmering beneath his surface for weeks now. It wasn't natural, this sudden surge of emotions. He was disciplined, trained to control himself. Yet lately, the smallest things had begun to set him off—anger that was unreasonable, disproportionate. It had come to a head earlier, with Wei Ying."I've been... unbalanced," Wangji admitted slowly, his voice low. "Easily angered. I don't understand why."Wen Qing nodded, her fingers pressing lightly against his wrist as she continued to monitor his pulse. "And you haven't experienced this before?""No. Not like this," he replied. His mind flashed to his father, and the way anger had consumed him in the final years. He felt a deep, unsettling dread creeping in. Was this the same? Was he following in those footsteps, cursed by his own emotions?Wen Qing's eyes narrowed slightly in thought. She reached into her medical kit, taking out a small vial of clear liquid. "I have a theory," she said carefully, glancing at Wei Ying once more before continuing. "Odin's punishment might be having an effect on your spirit. His powers are vast, and you've been confined to this realm under his watch for some time now. It's possible that your emotional state is being influenced by that confinement."Wangji's heart sank. It made sense, more than he wanted to admit. Odin's punishment wasn't just physical; it was spiritual. Being bound to this house, restricted from his usual life, his cultivation, his purpose—it was breaking him down, bit by bit. And now, his anger... was it truly his, or was it something Odin had planted inside him?Wei Ying, who had been silent during Wen Qing's examination, finally spoke. "So, you think it's Odin's doing?" he asked, his voice measured, though Wangji noticed the way his fingers clenched subtly at his side. "Can it be fixed?"Wen Qing sighed softly, her gaze turning back to Wangji. "I can't say for certain without more tests, but there are ways to alleviate the symptoms. What you've been experiencing—this anger, the imbalance in your emotions—it's not uncommon in situations where someone is spiritually confined. It doesn't mean you're cursed, but it does mean your spirit is struggling against the boundaries placed on it."Wangji's grip tightened around the cup in his hand. Boundaries. That was what this was. He was trapped—not just physically, but spiritually. Odin's punishment had cut him off from everything, and now it was affecting his very soul.Wei Ying stepped forward, his concern palpable. "And the tea I've been giving him?" he asked. "Has that been helping?"Wen Qing nodded. "It's been keeping his spirit calm, which is good. But it's a temporary fix, not a cure. What he needs is to be free from the constraints that are weighing him down." She paused, her gaze shifting between Wangji and Wei Ying. "Unfortunately, as long as Odin's punishment stands, it will continue to take its toll."Wangji's chest tightened. So, it was Odin. The god's punishment wasn't just keeping him confined—it was destroying him, bit by bit. Every day he stayed here, every day he let this linger, it was poisoning him.Wen Qing suddenly straightened, her expression shifting. "Wei Ying, can you help me fetch some herbs from the kitchen? I'll need them for Wangji's treatment," she said, her tone brisk, as if attempting to direct the flow of the conversation."Of course," Wei Ying replied, but there was a flicker of confusion in his eyes. He hesitated for just a moment, glancing between Wen Qing and Wangji. Wangji could see the concern in Wei Ying's gaze, but Wen Qing's insistence seemed to override it.As Wei Ying stepped away, Wen Qing leaned closer to Wangji, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Hanguang-Jun, be careful," she warned, her eyes darting toward the door. "There's more at play than you realize. Not everything is as it seems, especially with Wei Ying."Wangji's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?" he asked, but Wen Qing shook her head."Just keep your guard up. Trust your instincts, and don't let him sway you." The urgency in her voice sent a chill through him, and for a moment, the weight of her words settled heavily in the air.Before he could respond, Wei Ying returned, a handful of herbs in his hand, his expression brightening as he looked between them. "What did I miss?" he asked, feigning nonchalance."Just discussing some remedies," Wen Qing replied, her tone shifting back to a more casual demeanor, as if nothing had transpired between them. She turned to Wangji, her expression serious once more. "I'll prepare the herbs for your tea, but you must promise me you'll take care of yourself."Wangji nodded slowly, the cryptic warning still echoing in his mind. He watched as Wen Qing moved with practiced precision, preparing the herbs while Wei Ying leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a smile lingering on his lips, though the smile felt strained now."Once we get through this, you'll feel better," Wei Ying said, but Wangji couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The tension in the room, the warning he had just received—it all combined to create a heavy air of uncertainty.Wen Qing finished her preparation and turned to Wangji once more, her gaze piercing. "Remember, Hanguang-Jun, clarity comes from within. Don't let the fog cloud your judgment."As she gathered her things, her demeanor shifted, her expression hardening slightly as she focused intently on Wei Ying. "And you, be careful. The ties that bind can easily ensnare," she warned cryptically, her eyes narrowing as if she could see through something Wangji hadn't seen.Wei Ying's brow furrowed, a flicker of something passing across his face, but he quickly masked it with a smile. "I'll always be careful, Wen Qing. Don't worry."Wen Qing gave a final nod, the weight of her words hanging in the air before she slipped out the door, leaving Wangji and Wei Ying alone once more.Wangji remained seated, his hands clasped tightly around the now-empty cup. His mind raced, but one thought kept rising to the surface. He couldn't stay here. Not like this.Beside him, Wei Ying sat back down, his gaze soft but worried. "Lan Zhan... you'll be alright. We'll get through this."But Wangji wasn't so sure anymore. The boundaries Odin had placed on him weren't just physical—they were invading his mind, his spirit. And now, more than ever, he realized that the clock was ticking."We'll find a way," Wei Ying murmured, his hand finding Wangji's again. "But for now, just rest."Wangji nodded slowly, though the weight of his future pressed heavily on his chest. Rest. That was all he could do for now.But how long could he keep resting before it was too late? ¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝓔𝓝𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 35¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸
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Weeks had passed since Wen Qing's visit, but the unease that lingered in Wangji's chest had only grown. It was like a thick fog that never lifted, clouding his thoughts and warping his sense of reality. He couldn't shake the feeling that eyes—Odin's eyes—were always on him, watching from the shadows, slipping just beyond the edges of his awareness. His instincts, honed from years of discipline, were on high alert, yet the source of his anxiety remained maddeningly elusive.Wangji stood by the window, gazing out over the quiet village below. The moon cast a silver light on the rooftops, but the familiar sights no longer comforted him. Instead, everything seemed distorted, like he was peering through warped glass. He felt trapped, like a caged animal sensing danger just out of reach. And worst of all, the unease had seeped into his trust—trust in Wei Ying, the man he loved more than anything. He couldn't shake the thought that Wei Ying was hiding something, keeping secrets buried too deep for even Wangji to reach. He was convinced that Wei Ying knew more than he let on, and it gnawed at him, night and day.His mind flashed back to the night before—a memory that sat heavy in his chest, guilt and determination twisting inside him. He couldn't believe how far he had gone: slipping a dose of sleeping pills into Wei Ying's tea. Just enough to ensure a deep slumber, enough to keep him from waking while Wangji carried out what he believed needed to be done.Wangji remembered lying in bed, holding his breath, feigning sleep as he listened to Wei Ying's breathing slow and deepen beside him. Only when he was sure that Wei Ying wouldn't wake did he slip out from beneath the covers, moving silently through the darkened halls to the living room where Sizhui and Jingyi waited.Wangji's voice had been barely more than a whisper, but the weight in his words was unmistakable. "Boys, I have an important task to give you."Sizhui sat up straighter, worry etching his features. "Dad? What happened?"Wangji paused, glancing back toward the hallway as if he expected Wei Ying to appear at any moment. He took a steadying breath, meeting Sizhui's eyes. "Listen carefully. I don't want Wei Ying to know we've had this conversation—at least, not yet. I need the two of you to watch him, but be subtle. He cannot know he is being watched."Jingyi's brow furrowed, curiosity sparking in his gaze. But it was Sizhui who spoke first, confusion lacing his voice. "But Dad, why would you want us to spy on him? Did Wei Ying... do something?""No," Wangji replied, too quickly, the denial sounding hollow even to his own ears. "He hasn't done anything wrong. But... Wei Ying keeps things to himself sometimes, especially when he thinks the truth might hurt those he cares about. I need to know if he's keeping anything from us—anything that could be dangerous."Sizhui's face softened, concern mingling with doubt. "Dad... Wei Ying would never want to put us in danger. He's always protected us."Wangji's expression tightened, shadows flickering in his eyes. "I know he would never mean to. But that doesn't mean he's telling us everything. Please, Sizhui, Jingyi... this is important. Can I count on you?"Jingyi nodded quickly, his usual energy tempered by the seriousness of the moment. "We'll be careful, Hanguang Jun. Discreet. He won't even notice we're watching."Sizhui's agreement came more slowly, a troubled frown pulling at his lips. He glanced toward the darkened hallway, where the faint sound of Wei Ying's steady breathing reached their ears. "I'll do it, Dad. But I don't like hiding things from him."Wangji forced a small, tight smile, placing a hand on Sizhui's shoulder. "Neither do I," he admitted quietly, feeling the weight of his own words settle like a stone in his chest. "But sometimes... sometimes protecting those we love means doing things we don't want to do."He watched the doubt linger in Sizhui's eyes, but Sizhui nodded in the end, the loyalty in his expression a sharp reminder of how much he trusted his father's judgment. It was a trust that Wangji feared he was on the verge of shattering.The memory clawed at him, leaving a bitter taste behind—not just guilt, but disgust at how he'd become the very thing he once despised. A man of secrets, manipulating the truth."Lan Zhan?" A voice broke through his memories, soft yet dissonant against the tension that filled the air. Wei Ying's voice. Wangji turned to find him standing in the doorway, a steaming cup of tea in his hands, tendrils of warmth curling up into the cool air."I brought you some tea," Wei Ying said, a bright smile curving his lips. But Wangji caught the slight strain in his expression, a flicker of something unspoken in his eyes, and his mind couldn't quiet its whispers: He's hiding things from you."Why do you keep bringing me tea?" Wangji's voice was sharper than he intended, his arms crossing over his chest. He was tired—tired of this pretense of normalcy. "I've had enough calming tea to last a lifetime." In truth, he had grown to resent it, the bitter taste lingering on his tongue like the unspoken doubts between them.Wei Ying chuckled softly, but it rang hollow, the laughter failing to reach his eyes. "You need it, Lan Zhan. You've been so on edge lately. Just... relax."Wangji's jaw tightened. "I'm not on edge," he insisted, though the words lacked conviction. "I'm trying to understand what's happening." Or trying to understand what you're keeping from me, he thought, though he left it unspoken, the accusation heavy between them nonetheless.Wei Ying's smile wavered, his eyes darting away briefly. "Nothing is happening," he said, his tone too casual as he set the tea down on the table. He took a step closer, his presence radiating warmth, but to Wangji it felt like a shield, a barrier between them. "Odin is far away. You're safe here."Safe. The word twisted in Wangji's chest, coiling like a serpent. The very notion felt like a lie woven into a comforting tapestry, concealing truths he couldn't quite grasp. Every time he mentioned Odin or Hel, Wei Ying's body seemed to tense, his smiles turning brittle, like a mask that might crack at any moment."What if he's watching us?" Wangji pressed, the frustration boiling over. His instincts screamed that Odin's attention lingered on them, that every shadow might conceal his influence. But Wei Ying's reaction was not what Wangji expected.Wei Ying tilted his head, a faint curiosity sparking in his eyes, but there was something else beneath it, something guarded. "Watching us? Odin?" He shook his head, dismissing the idea with a small, incredulous smile. "Lan Zhan, don't you think he has better things to do than to keep an eye on us?"The casual dismissal only fanned the flames of Wangji's frustration. "Odin doesn't think like us," Wangji replied, his tone sharpening. "He doesn't care about time or distance. He could be watching us now—he could be aware of everything that happens here."Wei Ying's expression softened, but there was a tension in the set of his shoulders. He stepped closer, his hand coming to rest on Wangji's arm, a gentle weight that felt strangely heavy. "You're letting your imagination get the better of you," he said, his voice low and soothing, as if speaking to a child waking from a nightmare. "You've been through so much, Lan Zhan. Let's just focus on what's in front of us. On the present. Please."Wangji met his gaze, searching those familiar eyes for the openness that once reassured him. But now, all he saw were shadows, secrets lurking just beyond his reach. Why won't he face this with me? he wondered, a gnawing suspicion coiling tighter around his heart. Was Wei Ying concealing something dangerous? Was he giving Odin information, or worse—being blackmailed by the old god?"It doesn't feel right, Wei Ying," Wangji said quietly, the words thick with uncertainty. "I feel like we're walking a tightrope, and one misstep could send us both falling."Wei Ying's smile faltered, his lips pressing into a thin line before he forced the brightness back into his expression. "Then let's not think about falling, all right?" He tried to laugh, but it was a brittle sound, like glass ready to shatter. "And even if you did fall... where would you end up? On the floor? I'd catch you, don't worry." He nudged the tea cup toward Wangji, the steam curling between them like an unanswered question. "Come on, here. Drink. It'll help calm you down. Your mind is spiraling again."Wangji let out a weary sigh, feeling the tension drain from his shoulders, even as unease lingered in his chest. He accepted the cup, but as he brought it to his lips, a sharp bitterness met his tongue, cutting through the warmth he'd expected."Did you change the tea?" Wangji asked, raising an eyebrow as he glanced down at the cup. The liquid inside wasn't the usual green hue that he'd grown accustomed to—its color was deeper, more muddied. Something about it felt off."Yes, I added some of Wen Qing's medicinal herbs to the usual mix. Is it not good?" Wei Ying replied, his tone light, but it lacked its usual carefree ease. He stepped closer, tension rippling through him despite his casual words.Wangji hesitated, setting the cup back down on the table. "No, it's just... different. That's all." The bitterness clung to his thoughts, a sharp edge that mirrored the growing unease gnawing at his chest. If Wangji had doubted his instincts before, he was certain now—Wei Ying was hiding something.Wei Ying moved closer still, the concern in his expression almost convincing, but Wangji had become immune to those practiced reassurances. "You know I only want what's best for you, right? It's important that you feel calm." His voice softened, attempting to wrap itself around Wangji's doubts like a warm blanket. Wangji knew that Wei Ying thought he was doing what was right—but right now, Wangji's wariness overpowered that trust."I understand that, but I can't shake this feeling I have, Wei Ying. I keep thinking about Odin, about Hel. I really am worried about this matter." The unease in his voice was palpable, like a raw nerve exposed to the air. Even though his instincts screamed at him to be cautious, Wangji's yearning for the truth made him speak more openly than he intended.Wei Ying's expression shifted subtly, his smile faltering before he forced it back into place. "You're just imagining things," he said softly, but there was a tremor beneath the surface of his voice. "There's no reason to dwell on those thoughts, I promise. We're safe here. He is not watching us, and we are together now—he won't hurt you like before.""But are we really safe?" Wangji pressed, his voice dropping lower, almost as if he feared the shadows might hear. He searched Wei Ying's gaze, hoping that beneath the layers of secrets and unspoken words, Wei Ying might confide in him. "It feels like there's something looming over us, something I can't quite grasp."Wei Ying's jaw tensed, a muscle jumping beneath the surface. For a heartbeat, Wangji saw something flicker in his eyes—fear, frustration, or perhaps a deeper emotion that Wei Ying couldn't quite hide. What are you thinking, Wei Ying? What are you hiding? Wangji wanted to ask, but he held his tongue, fearing the answer."You need to stop worrying about things that might not even be real," Wei Ying replied, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. "Focus on what's in front of you. On us. I know it's hard to focus when your mind plays tricks on you, but can you try? Can you let go of that anger and fear you have for him—for me?"Wei Ying's words wrapped around Wangji, but he sensed the emptiness beneath them—a fragile layer of comfort that barely covered a deeper, more troubling truth. It was as if Wei Ying was repeating a script he had memorized, rehearsed for moments like this. Wangji wanted to press further, to pry open the secrets he sensed Wei Ying was hiding, but a fear of what he might discover held him back.He turned to Wei Ying, ready to voice his suspicions, but before he could speak, Wei Ying closed the distance between them, capturing Wangji's lips in a sudden, almost desperate kiss. For a moment, Wangji remained frozen, surprise tightening his muscles. The warmth of Wei Ying's lips against his own felt wrong, like a mismatched puzzle piece forced into place.The kiss was hard and urgent, the pressure almost bruising. It lacked the gentle touch Wangji had come to cherish, the soft caresses that spoke of quiet love. This was rough, a hasty attempt to stifle words that were on the tip of Wangji's tongue. It felt like a distraction, an attempt to pull him away from the uncomfortable truths that lingered between them. Wangji tried to pull back, but Wei Ying's grip tightened, his hand pressing firmly against Wangji's neck, forcing their mouths to stay connected.A shiver ran through Wangji at the desperation he felt in the kiss—something cold and unsettling. When Wei Ying finally released him, Wangji felt a pang of guilt for feeling so unsettled. He shouldn't be reacting this way—shouldn't the closeness feel comforting?"Wei Ying..." Wangji murmured as he pulled back, his breath coming quicker than before, but not from passion. His brow furrowed in confusion, trying to steady the storm inside him. "What was that for?" He hoped Wei Ying wouldn't see the uncertainty in his eyes.Wei Ying's gaze glimmered with a mix of mischief and something darker—an emotion Wangji couldn't quite name, one that turned his stomach upside down. He couldn't ignore the tightness in his chest, the way his heart beat too quickly with a sensation that was more dread than anything else. The softness that usually colored Wei Ying's gestures was gone, replaced by a rough edge, as if he were trying to force a connection that no longer came naturally.Am I losing my mind? Wangji wondered, desperate to dismiss the thoughts circling like vultures. But then he remembered the strange behaviors, the hidden glances, and the unease only deepened."Just wanted to remind you that everything is okay," Wei Ying replied, his thumb brushing along the line of Wangji's jaw, a gesture that should have been comforting. Yet, it only heightened Wangji's unease. Wangji felt a flicker of self-loathing—had he really become so paranoid that he couldn't even accept this touch? But then, there was that nagging voice in the back of his mind that urged him to trust his instincts.Wangji's eyes narrowed, his voice dropping to a sharp, quiet edge that cut through the fragile warmth between them. "You're trying to distract me," he said, searching Wei Ying's face, looking for a crack in his mask. "What are you afraid of?"For a moment, something flickered in Wei Ying's eyes—fear, perhaps, or the echo of a buried truth. But then it vanished, smoothed over by a smile that was too quick, too bright. "I'm not afraid of anything, Lan Zhan. I just thought you needed a moment to relax. I thought kissing you would help, and I wanted to kiss you. I always want to kiss you." He leaned in again, but this time, Wangji turned his head, sidestepping the kiss."I need more than that," Wangji said firmly, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. His heart raced—not from the closeness of Wei Ying, but from the urgency, the feeling that time was slipping through his fingers. "I need to understand what's going on between us. You're acting differently, and I can't shake the feeling that something is wrong."A flicker of frustration crossed Wei Ying's face, his smile wavering at the edges, but he quickly recovered with a chuckle that felt forced. "You're overthinking everything, Lan Zhan. Just trust me. We're fine. Love, what could possibly be wrong?"But as Wangji studied Wei Ying's expression, he felt the distance stretching between them, like a canyon that widened with every word left unspoken. Even as Wei Ying tried to close it with a touch, with a kiss, there was a part of Wangji that refused to let go of the growing sense of wrongness. And beneath it all, a voice whispered in the back of his mind—telling him that their connection had changed, twisted by secrets that Wei Ying wasn't ready to share."Are we really fine?" Wangji's voice was barely above a whisper. He desperately wanted to believe that Wei Ying wasn't hiding anything, that things between them could go back to how they once were.For a split second, Wei Ying's expression hardened, revealing a crack in the mask he wore. Then, just as quickly, he smoothed it over. "Yes, we are. You shouldn't worry about it." He forced a smile, pressing the warm cup of tea into Wangji's hands. "Now drink your tea, Lan Zhan. It'll help, I promise."Wangji hesitated, then took a reluctant sip. The bitterness clung to his tongue, mirroring the unease that gnawed at his heart. He couldn't shake the feeling that the person beside him had become a stranger, hiding behind a familiar face.As the tea's effects seeped into him, making his eyelids heavy, Wangji's mind drifted to Wen Qing's warnings—not only to him but to Wei Ying as well. Her voice echoed in his thoughts, laced with urgency: "There's more at play than you realize. Not everything is as it seems, especially with Wei Ying. Keep your guard up. Trust your instincts, and don't let him sway you." His instincts screamed that something was terribly wrong, that Wei Ying was hiding things from him.She had cautioned Wei Ying too, her tone serious, almost foreboding: "And you, be careful. The ties that bind can easily ensnare." What did she mean by that? What ties? Who was she warning him about? And why did Wei Ying need to be so cautious?Wangji tried to focus, tried to piece together her cryptic words, but the tea clouded his thoughts, shrouding his mind in a dense fog. As he felt himself slipping into unconsciousness, he barely registered the feeling of Wei Ying's hand guiding him down onto the bed."I know you don't like this feeling," Wei Ying whispered, his voice soft, soothing, yet carrying an undercurrent Wangji couldn't quite grasp. "But you need the medicine to heal. It'll be alright soon, I promise. Just rest, and you'll feel better when you wake up." Wei Ying's fingers brushed a lock of hair from Wangji's forehead, but it was the last sensation he felt before darkness claimed him.When Wangji awoke, his mouth was dry, and an unfamiliar fatigue tugged at his limbs. The tea's lingering effects weighed on him, but his mind was clearer—no more doubts, no more fear. Even the sensation of being watched had faded. But this peace was fragile, shattered by the sound of raised voices drifting from downstairs.He pushed himself up, the cool air prickling his skin, and moved toward the door. The voices grew louder with each step, tension seeping through the walls as he approached the living room.As he stepped into the room, he froze at the sight of Sizhui and Wei Ying, locked in a standoff. Their faces were masks of restrained anger, and the last word he caught was Sizhui's, sharp and cutting: "Liar!"Wangji's heart tightened, a dull ache blooming in his chest. He had suspected it—Wei Ying was hiding something. The moment he entered, both of them turned toward him, surprise flickering across their faces. A heavy silence settled between them, thick with tension.Sizhui's expression shifted quickly from shock to anger, his brows furrowed in frustration."What's going on here?" Wangji asked, his voice carefully neutral, but his gaze darted between them, searching for answers. His heart beat loudly in his chest, urging, Tell me the truth, Wei Ying. Tell me now."Nothing," Wei Ying replied too quickly, his voice strained despite the forced brightness."Really?" Sizhui's retort came out like a whip, his eyes flashing as he shot a scathing look at Wei Ying. "It sure looked like something to me!"Wei Ying let out a brittle laugh, waving his hand as if to brush off the accusation. "Just a disagreement. Nothing serious, Lan Zhan. Just... family matters, you know?"But Wangji wasn't fooled. He caught the anxiety in Wei Ying's eyes, the way his voice wavered at the edges. He turned to Sizhui, whose anger burned hot, a stark contrast to the composure Wangji had known in him. "A disagreement about what?" Wangji's voice was calm, but dread coiled tight in his chest."Nothing for you to worry about, Dad. I've had enough 'family time' for one night," Sizhui replied tersely, his tone clipped. He shot one last, pointed glare at Wei Ying before turning sharply on his heel and storming out of the room, leaving behind a heavy silence that lingered like smoke.Wangji turned back to Wei Ying, who had shifted to lean against the wall, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. "What was that about?" Wangji asked, crossing his own arms, trying to keep his frustration in check."It's nothing," Wei Ying repeated, but the warmth in his voice was gone, replaced with a weary edge. "Sizhui's just being dramatic. You know how kids are these days—always moody.""Dramatic?" Wangji repeated, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "Sizhui is the calmest child I know. He's never dramatic, Wei Ying. He was angry—what is he angry about?""People argue, Lan Zhan. It's normal. He's a teenager; I'm his parent. He hates when I set rules. That's all. Can we not turn this into something it's not?" Wei Ying's voice took on a sharpness that Wangji hadn't heard in years.Wangji's jaw tightened, but the unease gnawed at him. "Are you sure that's all it is? Sizhui has never had issues with rules; he grew up with discipline. If you tell me what happened before this, maybe I can help."Wei Ying let out a rough sigh, tension rolling off him in waves. "You're overthinking again! Can you just—stop assuming I'm always in the wrong? Please, just drink your tea, and we can forget about this. It's just a misunderstanding, okay?"But Wangji took a step closer, studying Wei Ying's face. He was searching for the truth buried beneath the lies. "I don't want to forget, Wei Ying. I want to understand. Sizhui is the child I raised. He's my son, too."He watched Wei Ying's forced smile falter, a crack appearing in his composure. Wangji's chest tightened with a sense of impending doom. What secret was Wei Ying hiding? Why was he lying?"He is also my son, Lan Zhan. I found him. I saved him. I raised him! Do you think I'd hurt him?" Wei Ying's voice rose, trembling with barely restrained anger. He caught himself, drawing a shaky breath. "Just trust me. Please." But the plea in his voice felt hollow, more desperation than conviction.Wangji reluctantly nodded, casting a final glance at the door through which Sizhui had disappeared. He would let it go—for now. But a part of him knew that this was far from over."I'll go check on him," Wangji said softly, starting to turn, but Wei Ying's hand shot out, gripping his arm."Leave him alone, Lan Zhan. He doesn't need a second parent breathing down his neck. Let him cool off—we'll talk to him later," Wei Ying urged, his grip firm, almost desperate.Wangji's heart sank at the warning in Wei Ying's tone. "I just want to help," he replied, gently pulling his arm away from Wei Ying's grasp. "He's upset, and I need to understand why. I can't sit idly by while my son is in turmoil, Wei Ying, and you shouldn't be able to either." Disappointment and hurt coursed through him, an ache settling deep in his chest."Sometimes, giving people space is more helpful than chasing after them, Lan Zhan," Wei Ying countered, his gaze intense yet pleading despite the sharpness of his words. "I want to help him too, but he needs time to realize that life isn't always simple."The weight of their conversation pressed heavily upon Wangji, tension crackling in the air like a brewing storm. He felt the urge to argue, to push back against Wei Ying's insistence, but the sincerity in his eyes held him back. Deep down, Wangji recognized the truth in some of Wei Ying's words.Finally, Wangji sighed, his resolve wavering. "Alright. But if he needs me—""He will let you know," Wei Ying interrupted, forcing a smile that didn't reach his eyes.With a heavy heart, Wangji nodded, the unease lingering as he turned toward the door. "Then I'm going back to bed. I still feel drowsy; you two woke me up with your shouting." The lie slipped from his lips, a small comfort amidst his turmoil."Sure, go ahead. I'll clean up and join you," Wei Ying smiled, though he fidgeted as if he couldn't wait to be alone."Sure. See you in a bit." Wangji tried to sound convinced, but doubt gnawed at him as he made his way upstairs. The atmosphere felt suffocating, each step toward Sizhui's room heavy with uncertainty and guilt. He knew he shouldn't feel this way, but he couldn't shake the need to uncover what had transpired. What had he walked into? He needed answers.Gently, Wangji knocked on Sizhui's door, but silence greeted him. An uneasy knot twisted in his stomach as he called out, "Sizhui, it's me, Wangji. Can we talk?" The silence that followed only amplified his growing concern."I'm coming in," he announced, steeling himself before pushing the door open.Inside, an eerie stillness met him. The room was empty, the bed perfectly made as if it had never been slept in. The window stood wide open, allowing a cool breeze to stir the curtains like restless spirits.Wangji's heart sank as he pieced it together. Sizhui had escaped through the window. Where could he have gone? A surge of worry gripped him—this wasn't like Sizhui. It was unsettling to think about what awaited him outside, especially this late at night.Urgency coursed through Wangji as he stepped back into the hallway, his mind racing with possibilities. What if Sizhui ran into trouble? What if he encountered someone dangerous? What if Odin took this opportunity to hurt him? He needed to find Sizhui, to ensure his safety and uncover the root of his distress.As he hurried down the corridor, he caught sight of Wei Ying lingering near the living room, his expression inscrutable. Wangji's instincts flared. What if Wei Ying knew where Sizhui had gone? What if he was involved in whatever was happening?"Have you seen Sizhui?" Wangji asked, striving to keep his voice steady, though tension crackled between them.Wei Ying's eyes flickered with something unreadable, quickly masked by a soft smile. "No, I haven't. Why? Is something wrong? Didn't you go to bed?"Wangji narrowed his gaze, unease settling heavier on his shoulders. "He's not in his room. I think he climbed out the window. I wanted to see him before heading to bed, but he's gone.""Climbed out?" Wei Ying echoed, concern lacing his voice, though a hint of relief flickered in his eyes. "Maybe he just needed some air. He often does that when he's overwhelmed.""Overwhelmed?" Wangji repeated, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "He was upset after your argument. This isn't like him, Wei Ying. He wouldn't leave without telling anyone."Wei Ying crossed his arms, feigning nonchalance. "You know how teens are. They need their space sometimes. It's probably nothing to worry about."Wangji felt the weight of Wei Ying's words, yet a deeper instinct told him something was wrong. "I need to find him, with or without your help," he stated firmly, turning to leave."Lan Zhan, wait—" Wei Ying called after him, his voice sharp, but Wangji didn't look back. The tension in the air fueled his determination to uncover the truth. This time, he wouldn't be swayed by Wei Ying's reassurances.As he stepped into the garden, he called out Sizhui's name, his voice echoing in the stillness. "Sizhui! Where are you?"The only response was the rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing in his heart.With each step, worry clawed at him, urging him to move faster. He needed to find his son before whatever troubled him escalated. When he reached the garden, he spotted Sizhui's favorite tree in the distance, its branches swaying gently in the wind.There, sitting on a low branch, was Sizhui, staring out over the dark expanse of the sky. Relief washed over Wangji as he ran toward his son."Sizhui!" he called again. "Can we talk?"Sizhui looked down, his expression a mix of defiance and sorrow. "Dad, I—""I'm not angry," Wangji interrupted, sensing the wall already rising between them. "I just want to understand what's going on. Please, come down. You worried me to death when I found your room empty."Sizhui hesitated, worry etched across his face. Wangji could see the internal struggle within him, and it broke his heart. In that moment, he was reminded that Sizhui was still just a kid, and he had pushed him into a difficult position. Guilt washed over him again."Will you really listen to me, or will you side with him again?" Sizhui finally asked, the accusation heavy in his voice."I'm not siding with anyone," Wangji replied gently, yearning to bridge the gap between them. "I care about you and want to know why you're upset. I promise to listen to everything you have to say, and then we can talk. And about Wei Ying—""Don't say his name!" Sizhui snapped, pain flashing in his eyes. "You don't even know who he really is!"Wangji's breath hitched, alarm bells ringing in his head. "What do you mean?"Sizhui's gaze faltered, fear and anger flickering across his face. "He's not who you think he is, Dad. You need to be careful. He's like poison, slowly poisoning you."The words hung in the air, heavy with implications Wangji couldn't yet grasp. "What are you talking about?" he pressed, feeling the ground beneath him shift.Before Sizhui could respond, a noise from behind drew their attention. Wei Ying had followed Wangji outside, concern etched across his face as he took in the scene."Sizhui, you shouldn't be up there," Wei Ying called, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of tension. "Let's talk about this calmly.""Stay out of this!" Sizhui shouted back, his voice cracking. "You don't get to dictate what I do or how I feel!"Wangji felt the world tilt as the situation spiraled further. He needed to regain control, to protect his son. "Sizhui, please come down. We can talk it out together," he urged, trying to inject calm into the storm brewing between them."I can't just pretend everything is fine!" Sizhui yelled, tears glistening in his eyes. "You don't see what's happening! You're blinded by your trust in him!""Sizhui!" Wangji took a step closer, desperation lacing his voice. "What is it you see? What do you know? You can tell me everything; it's fine."But before Sizhui could respond, Wei Ying interjected, his voice low and authoritative. "Enough! This isn't the time or place for this!""Isn't it?" Sizhui challenged, his voice rising again. "Maybe this is exactly the time to confront the truth!"Wangji stood in the middle, caught between the two people he cared about the most. What was happening? His mind buzzed with confusion and fear that their bond could shatter forever."Please," he implored, his heart racing. "Just talk to me. Let me help you."As he looked into Sizhui's eyes, glistening with unshed tears and deep anger, he realized it would take more than words to mend the rift. ¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝓔𝓝𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 36¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸
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Sizhui's eyes blazed as he glared at Wei Ying, anger seething through him like wildfire. "You can't keep lying!" His voice cut through the stillness of the yard, raw and unrestrained.Wei Ying's expression hardened, irritation flashing across his face. "Sizhui, be quiet. You have no idea what you're talking about. Get down from there and stop this drama. You're not a child anymore.""This drama?" Sizhui scoffed, his voice trembling. "You're not my father—don't shout at me. You pretend to care about him, but you're just a puppet, sent by Odin to manipulate him! We saw you, Jingyi and me!"Wei Ying's voice turned cold. "Enough of this nonsense. You don't understand what's at play here." He jabbed a finger toward Sizhui. "Get down from that tree, now. It's time you learned what it means to be an adult. Lan Zhan has been lenient with you, its time I discipline you some""But I do understand!" Sizhui shot back, his voice firm. "You're feeding him that tea—keeping him in a daze! Have you even noticed how he's been since you arrived? He's lost, not himself, and you're the reason why! At first I believed you did that for him, until we saw you!"Wangji stood a few paces away, unease gnawing at him as he watched the argument unfold. His heart pounded. "Sizhui, what are you saying?" he asked, his voice barely steady. He felt control slipping away. His head was spinning."Don't you see, Dad?" Sizhui pleaded. "Every time he gives you that tea, every time he acts like everything is fine—it's all a trap! He's not the real Wei Ying. He's here to keep you under control, to keep you compliant. We saw him shift between his true identity and this fake appearance of Senior Wei".Wangji's pulse quickened, Sizhui's words cutting through his doubts like a knife. He clung to the warmth he had felt with Wei Ying, but unease crawled up his spine. "That's not true... there must be some misunderstanding, son," he argued, his voice unsteady. Could he have been so easily deceived? Wei Ying had been different lately, but surely that was just because of the tension between them... right?"Is it?" Sizhui challenged, leaping down from the tree, his expression fierce. "Think about it! He comes in with sweet words and that tea, but all he does is twist your mind. You've changed since he arrived. You're weaker. You're not in control anymore!" He took a shaky breath. "Dad, you've always been strong—even through the worst times. But now... now you're a shadow of yourself. Why do you think that is? You either sleep or have mood changes. You're always tired with conflicted emotions. Don't you wonder why?"Wangji's hands trembled as memories surfaced: the bitter taste of the tea, Wei Ying's insistence that he drinks it, the uncharacteristic harshness of his kiss. He closed his eyes, struggling to steady himself. "Sizhui, please, just explain. I need to understand—""Why do you think he's here?" Sizhui pressed, his frustration spilling over. "Odin sent him! To keep you from rebelling, to make you believe everything's fine while he tightens his grip on you! Dad, how did you even get outside today? You're supposed to be confined inside—how did you manage that? How did you leave the house ? You could have left only if your powers decrease or if you lose them! Please...listen to me"Wangji froze, the realization hitting him like ice water. He had left the house without any of the usual barriers stopping him. He turned towards Wei Ying, his gaze filled with uncertainty. "Wei Ying, what's going on? Is it true? Have you been... controlling me?"Wei Ying's expression twisted, a mask of anger slipping for just a moment. "He's lying, Lan Zhan. Sizhui's just trying to tear us apart, can't you see that? He is using your illness to trick you. You're just weak due to your own mind nothing more. Let's go back inside, we can sort this out over tea.""Lying?" Sizhui's voice cracked with disbelief, tears welling in his eyes. "You're the one who's lying! You're the one pulling the strings, pretending to be someone you're not, while my dad suffers!" He turned back to Wangji, desperation in his voice. "Please, Dad. Don't let him trick you any longer. You deserve to know the truth. Imagine what could be happening to the real wei ying while he is tricking you.."Wangji felt a storm of emotions rising within him, a whirlwind of doubt and fear. "I need answers," he muttered, barely able to look at either of them. "Both of you, stop shouting. Sizhui, speak plainly. What happened this morning?"Sizhui took a shaky breath, his voice trembling as he spoke. "Yesterday night, Jingyi and I followed him around. We saw him change his appearence and today I came down early, and I saw him—saw him talking to Odin in our kitchen. He's not Wei Ying, Dad. He's a puppet, a charm-cast copy sent to control you. And that tea? It's meant to keep you weak, compliant."Wei Ying's expression hardened, his voice dangerously low. "You have no idea what you're getting into, Sizhui. This is beyond you.""Is it?" Sizhui countered, his determination unyielding. "Then let's prove it. Let's use the True Sight Talisman. If you're truly Wei Ying, you have nothing to fear. But if I'm right, then you'll have to answer to my father for everything you've done." He turned to Wangji. "I swear, Dad, I'm telling the truth. Let me prove it to you."For a moment, silence fell between them—heavy with unspoken fears and the weight of revelations. Wangji's heart pounded as he glanced between his son, whose eyes shone with a desperate urgency, and Wei Ying, whose calm had become a mask. A chill ran down Wangji's spine as the last vestiges of certainty slipped away."Why would I use that talisman just to indulge your tantrum?" Wei Ying retorted bitterly, crossing his arms, his glare sharp and unwavering."Do it," Wangji commanded, his voice cutting through the tension, leaving no room for defiance. "Do it, Wei Ying. Right now."The garden fell silent, tension crackling through the air. For a brief moment, something like fear flickered across Wei Ying's face, quickly masked by a sardonic smile. "You're being absurd, Lan Zhan. Sizhui is just upset.""Then prove it," Sizhui insisted, stepping closer, his gaze steady and unyielding. "If you are who you claim to be, this should be easy. But if you're lying..." He let the words hang, the threat clear.Wangji felt his chest tighten as he watched the exchange. The air seemed to grow colder, shadows deepening around them. "Wei Ying, if you care for us, you wouldn't hesitate," he urged, his voice low, desperation creeping into his tone. He couldn't trust his own instincts—he needed proof."I don't need to prove myself to either of you," Wei Ying snapped, pushing off the wall, frustration radiating from him. "This is nonsense!""Is it?" Sizhui countered, stepping even closer, his anger barely contained. "I won't let you manipulate him anymore! We deserve the truth."Wangji's doubts clawed at him, the unease he'd felt earlier rising back to the surface. Was Sizhui right? Had he been blind to something darker?"Fine," Wei Ying spat, his composure cracking under the pressure. "If this will end your childish accusations, I'll use the talisman."Wangji held his breath, the tension thickening around them like a fog. "Then do it," he urged, his voice sharp with anticipation.Wei Ying hesitated, his eyes darting between Wangji and Sizhui, searching for an escape. But finally, with a sigh, he reached into his robes and pulled out the True Sight Talisman—a small, intricately designed piece of parchment inscribed with glowing runes."Here," he said, tossing it onto the grass in front of him with a flick of his wrist. "Satisfied?""Not yet," Sizhui replied, his tone firm and resolute. "You need to activate it. Only then will we know if you're truly Wei Ying—or just a tool of Odin."Wei Ying's frustration simmered, his fingers twitching as he picked up the talisman. "You're making a mistake, both of you," he muttered through gritted teeth.Wangji's heart raced, torn between the man he thought he knew and the doubts gnawing at him. He watched closely as Wei Ying closed his eyes, concentrating, tension rippling through the air as they all held their breath, waiting for the truth to be revealed."Just get on with it!" Sizhui demanded, his voice cutting through the charged atmosphere. "If you're real, show us."Wei Ying's eyes flashed open, unreadable, as he began to chant the incantation, his voice low and measured. The talisman glowed faintly, the runes casting an eerie light that danced across the garden.Wangji held his breath, hoping against hope that the outcome would align with what he wanted to believe. But deep inside, a gnawing fear twisted his gut. What if the truth was something he wasn't ready to face?As Wei Ying's voice filled the space, the talisman pulsed, sending a soft, golden glow through the garden. Sizhui's eyes never left the parchment, his expression a mix of hope and fear, while Wangji felt his own emotions coil tightly, straining against the uncertainty."Reveal the truth," Sizhui whispered, as if speaking any louder might shatter the fragile tension.Wei Ying's face twisted, a last shred of defiance shining in his eyes. "You think this changes anything? You're fools if you believe it will.""If you're the real Wei Ying, then what do you have to fear?" Sizhui shot back, his voice edged with determination.With a reluctant scowl, Wei Ying raised his hand, activating the talisman. The air shimmered around them as the spell took hold, the light intensifying, pulsing in a rhythmic, unsettling dance.Suddenly, a blinding flash filled the garden. When the light receded, Wangji's breath caught in his throat. The figure before him shifted, the familiar features of Wei Ying dissolving, melting away like mist—revealing the sneering face of Su She."Surprised?" Su She taunted, his voice dripping with disdain. "Did you really think I would let you go so easily?"Wangji felt the ground shift beneath him, disbelief, disgust and confusion surging through him. Could it be true? Was the person he had trusted so deeply just a façade? Had he kissed Su She and slept with him for days, for a moment he felt like he would throw up.Sizhui's expression twisted with fury and vindication. "You're not Wei Ying! I knew it! See, Dad, he's just a puppet sent by Odin to keep you under control!" "Such harsh words, Sizhui," Su She replied, his tone mockingly innocent. "I was only doing what had to be done. It was fun to play a bit around here that's all."Wangji's breath quickened, the sting of betrayal cutting deep. "You deceived me all this time? I shall kill you! "Su She shrugged, his smirk widening. "What did you expect? Odin's orders were simple: keep you obedient, weak, and foolishly in love. The tea, the kisses, everything—just tools to keep you dazed and under control. And do not worry I was not enjoying those kisses either"Sizhui stepped forward, fists clenched, but Wangji pushed him back, taking a step closer to Su She. Sizhui's frustration boiled over. "Why would you do that?!""Why should I bother explaining myself to a child?" Su She sneered, contempt dripping from every word. "You're insignificant compared to the power I wield."Wangji's resolve solidified, anger igniting within him. "You will pay for this deception, Su She. You've hurt my family for the last time. I let you go before, but this is beyond forgiveness. You will face consequences. "In a swift motion, Wangji lunged forward, seizing Su She's wrist and twisting it behind his back. A grunt of pain escaped Su She, surprise flashing in his eyes. "What are you doing?""Imprisoning you," Wangji replied coldly. "You've manipulated enough lives. I'll decide your fate soon enough. For now I'll hinder your lowers"Sizhui watched in awe as Wangji's hands moved swiftly, summoning ropes that shimmered with a ghostly glow. They coiled around Su She's wrists, binding tight with a soft crackling of energy. Su She struggled, his face contorted with pain, but the ropes only tightened, forcing him to his knees.Wangji's heart pounded as he dragged Su She back into the living room, forcing him down onto the cold floor. Though adrenaline surged through him, lending clarity, a shadow of unease lingered in his mind. He glanced at Sizhui—his son, his legacy—and steeled himself against the fear gnawing at his chest. Su She would not escape."You won't get away with this!" Su She spat, straining against the enchanted ropes that held him.Wangji leaned in, his voice low and dangerous. "You've already lost. Now, tell me—what have you done to Wei Ying?"A wicked smile twisted across Su She's lips. "Wouldn't you love to know? Maybe you're too late... maybe he's already lost to you forever."Sizhui swallowed hard, stepping closer to his father, his voice breaking through the tense silence. "What do we do now?" The anxiety in his tone was unmistakable, and it cut at Wangji's resolve.Wangji straightened, turning to his son with a somber resolve in his eyes. "Now, you will return to Cloud Recesses with Jingyi. I will prepare for war."Sizhui's face paled, a mixture of disbelief and fear filling his eyes. He shook his head vehemently. "But, Dad—you can't do this alone. What if something happens to you? What if you don't come back?"Wangji's voice softened, but it held a firm edge. "This is bigger than us, Sizhui. I cannot allow Odin's influence to spread further. If they truly have Wei Ying, and if they've harmed him...," his voice faltered, the words catching in his throat before he forced himself to continue, "I have to confront them. I have to find him, and I won't risk your safety. I have to do thiseven if it may lead me to death.""But I can fight!" Sizhui's voice wavered, desperation clear. "You've trained me for years. I can stand by your side. Don't send me away—please. Not like this. I cant lose you dad"Wangji closed his eyes for a moment, the weight of Sizhui's words pressing into him. When he opened them, his expression was resolute, but his hand trembled slightly as he reached out to cup Sizhui's cheek. "I know you're strong, stronger than I ever imagined. But you are the heir to our clan. Your place is where the elders can protect you, where you can keep our traditions alive if... if I don't return. I can't have you become a pawn in this war, Sizhui. This is my war, noy yours. You are the future of the Lan Clan, you must think of thay first right now."Tears welled up in Sizhui's eyes, and his voice cracked as he spoke. "But what if I lose you? What if I never see you again? You can't just expect me to sit back and do nothing. I can't sit back and do nothing"Wangji's jaw tightened as he fought against the fear rising within him, the image of Sizhui alone in the Cloud Recesses flashing in his mind. "I'll find allies. I'll find Wei Ying. And I will do my best come back to you—no matter what it takes. But I need you to trust me, just this once. I need you to stay safe. Do not interfere and protect the cloud recesses."Sizhui's shoulders shook with suppressed sobs. He glanced between Wangji and the bound Su She, his uncertainty turning into a deep, painful resolve. "You always ask me to trust you, but you never let me help you. I know I'm just a kid to you, but... I can't bear the thought of you out there, alone."Wangji swallowed hard, feeling the depth of Sizhui's pain, a reflection of his own. He pulled his son into a fierce embrace, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "If anything happens to me, I won't be able to recharge your core. You'd slowly lose your abilities," he whispered, the words rough in his throat. "The magic we share, the bond—it'll fade, Sizhui. You'd lose that strength you've grown so proud of. If that happens on the battle field, not only I would die but you would get yourself killed...i cant let that happen. You will be far more useful at home....please do not make your old father beg you."Sizhui gripped his father's robes tightly, his voice breaking with emotion. "I don't care. I'd rather lose everything if it means keeping you with me. Please don't make me leave you. I don't need powers...i just want my dad.."Wangji pulled back, his hands trembling slightly as he placed a glowing butterfly, its wings pulsing with a gentle silver light, into Sizhui's palm. "This is the last gift I have to offer. If I'm not back in three months, the dream world will be yours to protect. The moon will sustain you instead of me, and the butterflies will listen to your call. You know the legends of the Sandman—only he can choose his successor. If I don't return, it means I've chosen you, Sizhui."Sizhui stared at the ethereal glow cradled in his hand, tears streaming freely down his face. "I don't want to be the Sandman. I just want my dad back. The legends say you're cold, but they are wrong—you're not heartless. You're just too good at pretending."Wangji managed a faint, sad smile, brushing away a tear that had slipped down Sizhui's cheek. "And I want you to live without regrets, Sizhui. Promise me you'll protect our clan, our people. Don't let my decision become your burden. Be strong for me."With a final, shuddering breath, Sizhui nodded. "I'll take care of them. And I'll wait for you—no matter how long it takes. Just... promise you'll come back."Wangji's expression softened, his voice a whisper. "I promise." He pressed his forehead to Sizhui's, letting the moment linger, knowing it might be their last. "Now go. I trust you to explain everything to your uncle. Don't look back."Sizhui hesitated, his gaze lingering on his father's face one last time before he turned and slipped through the door. The latch clicked shut behind him, leaving the room colder, emptier. Wangji's chest ached as he forced himself to stand tall, steeling his heart for the battle to come.He turned back to Su She, who still sat bound and defiant. "Now," Wangji's voice dropped to a growl, "let's talk."Su She's smirk faltered as he looked into Wangji's eyes, seeing the dangerous resolve there. "You think you can scare me? Odin's influence—""—means nothing here," Wangji cut in, his voice like ice. He lifted a hand, and the air shimmered as the ropes tightened, drawing a sharp gasp from Su She. Panic flashed in the prisoner's eyes as the magic tightened its grip, pressing into his skin. Wangji leaned closer, letting the weight of his fury press down on Su She. "Tell me what Odin has planned, or I'll make you wish you never set foot in my domain."Su She's bravado cracked, a hint of fear threading through his expression, but he clung to his defiance. "You think you can break me? You have no idea—"Wangji's eyes narrowed, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper. "You will tell me everything. And you will answer for what you've done to Wei Ying."Su She laughed, the sound brittle. "You think threats will work on me? I've faced worse than you, Lan Wangji. You can't hold me forever."Wangji let the laugh hang between them, his expression unreadable. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he raised a hand, and a talisman hidden beneath his sleeve flared to life, casting a spectral glow over the room. The air shimmered as the enchantment settled around Su She, tightening the ropes and amplifying the energy coursing through them. Su She's laughter faltered, replaced by a grimace as the binding magic pressed harder against him."You're not going anywhere," Wangji said, his voice soft but unyielding. He took a step back, watching as Su She struggled against the restraints, a shadow of panic crossing his features. "Now, let's discuss what Odin's truly after. You might find your options are more limited than you think."Su She glared, forcing a sneer back onto his face, but Wangji could see the thin cracks spreading through his mask of confidence. "You'll get nothing from me," Su She hissed, though his voice wavered.Wangji arched an eyebrow, letting a cold smile touch his lips. "You think I need you to talk? I have other ways of learning what I need to know. But this is your chance, Su She, to make things easier on yourself. To avoid suffering."Su She's expression twisted, his bravado slipping into something closer to fear. He struggled against the restraints again, but the ropes tightened, responding to Wangji's unspoken command. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple as he realized just how strong the bindings were. "Odin... will come for me," he muttered, a note of desperation slipping into his voice. "And when he does, you'll wish you never crossed him."Wangji's gaze hardened, his patience wearing thin. He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, his breath icy against Su She's ear. "Then let him come. But before he does, you will tell me what you know about Wei Ying's fate. Or I will break every last barrier you've put up, and I'll make sure every secret you've buried comes to light."Su She's defiance flickered, his expression slipping from arrogance to something closer to desperation. He tried to twist away, but the enchanted ropes held him firm. For a moment, fear flashed in his eyes, raw and unguarded. "You're a fool... You think you can challenge a god? Odin's power... it's already changing everything, and you're nothing but a—"Wangji pressed a hand against Su She's chest, and a pulse of energy shot through the ropes, silencing him with a sharp gasp. Su She's eyes widened, his breath coming in ragged bursts as he struggled against the searing pain."Enough," Wangji said, his voice low and controlled, though the anger simmered beneath the surface. "You talk of Odin's power like it's some inevitable force. But I've faced demons before, Su She. I've stared into darkness deeper than you can comprehend. And I will do it again—if it means bringing Wei Ying back."Su She gritted his teeth, his face twisting in pain. He tried to speak, but the magic burned through him, cutting off his breath. Finally, the fight in him seemed to waver, his bravado crumbling under the weight of Wangji's unrelenting gaze."Why—" Su She managed, his voice a rasp. "Why are you willing to risk everything... for him? For someone who might already be... lost?"Wangji's eyes softened, just for a moment, as he thought of Wei Ying—his smile, his laughter, the warmth that had once filled their lives. "Because he is not lost to me. And I will not give up on him—not as long as I draw breath."He let the words settle between them, each one carrying the weight of his determination. The room seemed to grow colder, the shadows deepening around them. Su She shuddered, and the fear that had taken root in his heart spread further.But even in that fear, there was a thread of defiance, a last, desperate act of resistance. "You'll regret this," he spat, though his voice trembled. "You don't know what you're up against."Wangji's gaze turned to steel, unflinching. "Perhaps not. But you don't know what I'm capable of either, Su She. And that will be your downfall." ¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝓔𝓝𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 37¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸
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The words hung in the air like a dark promise. Without a moment's hesitation, Wangji struck, swift and precise, sending Su She crashing to the ground in a single, calculated movement. Su She lay motionless, his chest barely rising and falling, and for a fleeting moment, as Wangji studied his still form, he could almost believe the man was already dead. His instincts screamed for a final blow, a decisive end that would silence this threat for good. I should kill him, the thought echoed in his mind, insistent and relentless. It would be so simple. But he held back, his fists clenched tight as he forced himself to stay grounded. Not now—there was too much at stake, too many answers he still needed, and Su She was the only link he had left to Odin's twisted designs. Killing him now would solve nothing; it would only sever his chance to unravel every thread of deception Odin had spun. For now, Su She's life hung in the balance, a tool Wangji was reluctantly forced to keep in his arsenal.Yet as he gazed down at the broken figure before him, an ache gnawed at him, far deeper than anger, the sharp sting of betrayal still fresh and unrelenting. Su She had tainted the image of Wei Ying, used his likeness to deceive, to entangle Wangji in lies so insidious they had nearly poisoned the bond he held sacred. He could feel the weight of it pressing on him, a deep-seated pain bordering on fury, a rage that throbbed just below the surface. But fury would have to wait. This was the time for strategy, not rage; for precision, not vengeance. He would make Su She talk—one way or another.Wangji drew a measured breath, forcing his rage into a cold, lethal calm. Su She had dared to wear Wei Ying's face, to mimic his voice and mannerisms with such precision that even Wangji had been fooled. He, who should have known Wei Ying better than anyone, had fallen for the deception, mistaking a puppet for his beloved.For every second of that lie, he vowed silently, his expression an unreadable mask as he studied the man sprawled before him. You will pay.Wangji's thoughts drifted briefly to Sizhui, whom he had sent back to the safety of Cloud Recesses. But the memory of his son's face—shocked, betrayed, and fearful—hung in his mind, as vivid as a fresh wound. War loomed, and Sizhui was left wondering if he would ever see his father again. It was for him, as much as for Wei Ying, that Wangji would see this deception burned away. For that, he needed clarity—a plan, a path forward. But after months of drinking that cursed tea, his mind was frayed, fragmented. All he could feel was raw anger, pulsing like a live wire within him.Steeling himself, Wangji crouched beside Su She's unconscious form, binding him with layers of spiritual restraints. Odin would soon discover that his pawn had failed, but Wangji would be ready. He tightened each knot of energy, his resolve hardening, while his mind remained a haze of unyielding wrath.Hours passed, and Wangji waited, unmoving. At last, Su She began to stir, his eyelids fluttering open before widening in horror."You're awake," Wangji said, his voice flat and unyielding. "Good. There's much we need to discuss."Su She's mouth twisted into a sneer, though a flicker of fear clouded his eyes. "Think you've won, Lan Wangji?" he spat, voice hoarse. "You've only delayed the inevitable. Odin will—""Silence." Wangji's voice cut through the air like a blade, freezing Su She in place. "You deceived me once. I allowed you a chance to explain yourself. That ends now. You will tell me everything you know of Odin's plans. Every secret, every lie. You will give me the information I need, Su She, and you will do it willingly."Su She laughed, though the sound was hollow, a shade of its usual arrogance. "And if I don't?"Wangji leaned in, his voice dropping to an icy whisper. "Then you will learn what I am capable of—and you will not enjoy it."A bead of sweat trickled down Su She's temple as Wangji held his gaze, unwavering, watching the bravado drain from Su She's face."You don't understand," Su She murmured, his voice low, almost desperate. "Odin's reach... it's beyond anything you can imagine. Even if you kill me, even if you stop him here, he'll find another way. He can't be stopped. Not by you.""Then enlighten me," Wangji demanded, his voice like tempered steel. "Tell me exactly what I'm facing."Su She hesitated, fear flickering in his eyes as he stared at Wangji, whose presence bore down on him like an unyielding force.Finally, Su She exhaled, his voice dropping to a ragged whisper. "It's more than just you or your clan, Lan Wangji. Odin's goal isn't power. He wants dominion—over realms, over souls. He's found a way to rip open the walls between worlds."Wangji's jaw tightened, but he remained still, his gaze as cold as winter frost."How?" he pressed, voice edged with menace."Through the dead," Su She muttered, his eyes unfocused, haunted. "He's discovered how to bind them, to harvest their energy. He's building an army—a force that grows with every soul he reaps. Hel hasn't received a soul in months. They all go to him, into his army. With it, he plans to reshape this world—and the next."A chill settled over Wangji. He had encountered spirits bound to this world, the restless dead who wandered without peace. But this... Odin's plan was a violation, a twisting of the natural order."And Wei Ying?" Wangji asked, his voice steady, though his chest constricted. "Where does he fit into all of this?"Su She's gaze dropped, his defiance breaking for a moment. "Odin knew what Wei Ying means to you. He knew that making you think Wei Ying had turned on you would break you." His eyes met Wangji's, defensive, yet shaken. "As for Wei Ying's fate? I don't know. I was only told to... keep him alive."Wangji's pulse quickened, though he kept his face impassive. "Alive?" he repeated, tension coiled within him.Su She swallowed, breaking eye contact. "I needed his blood to maintain the illusion. Beyond that, I don't know much."Wangji's hand clenched as he fought back the urge to shatter the man before him. "You're despicable, Su She. You have no loyalty, no honor," he said, each word dripping with disgust. "In our youth, you betrayed our sect brothers, sacrificed your own kin to save yourself. You ran from battle, let others fall. When my uncle cast you out, you built a false sect in imitation, clawing for power through deceit."Su She opened his mouth to speak, but Wangji silenced him with a wave of his hand, his voice a deadly calm. "You blamed others for your failings, and for that, I might have forgiven you. But today, you've crossed a line. Wei Ying, Sizhui—my family—is not to be touched, not by you, not by Odin." He stepped closer, his gaze turning to ice. "If you cooperate, I may let you live. But if you're useless, I'll destroy your soul, shatter it beyond even Odin's power to repair. And when I'm done, I'll leave you as an example, a testament to the world of how I deal with traitors. Am I clear?"Su She stared back, his bravado stripped away, leaving only raw fear beneath his trembling gaze. He gave a slow, reluctant nod, the silence between them thick and heavy. Wangji's plan was already clear, refined in the hours he'd spent in cold deliberation before Su She woke. First, he would summon Wen Qing—under the pretense of requiring more herbs to help him rest—giving him an opportunity to speak with her privately. To achieve this, Su She would contact Odin, spinning the excuse that Wangji's restlessness had reached an unmanageable level. And then, once Wen Qing was secured, Wangji would make his move: negotiating with Hel, leveraging her influence as a counter to Odin's schemes.His gaze hardened as he looked down at Su She again, the pieces of his plan beginning to fall into place.Wangji's gaze remained unyielding, each second intensifying his silent command. Under the weight of that steady stare, Su She's initial bravado disintegrated, leaving only fear—a vulnerability he couldn't hide, no matter how he tried. Wangji understood that this encounter required finesse; each word, each glance, would set the stage for his ultimate deception. Su She was his only conduit to Odin, a necessary pawn, driven by self-preservation rather than any true loyalty."You understand what I require of you, Su She?" Wangji's voice was calm, controlled, yet his gaze was implacable, leaving no room for argument.Su She swallowed, his former defiance reduced to a faint whisper. "Yes... I understand," he managed, his voice barely audible."Good." Wangji's tone cut cleanly through Su She's hesitation, leaving no question of his intent. "You will tell Odin that my restlessness has made it impossible to continue without immediate intervention. Wen Qing's herbs must be brought at once." He leaned in, voice steely. "No deviations, no embellishments. You'll make the request exactly as I've stated."A flicker of doubt crossed Su She's face, his confusion briefly breaking through his fear. "Do you really believe you can manipulate Odin? He isn't as blind as you hope."A faint, chilling smile touched Wangji's lips, fleeting but unmistakably dangerous. "No, I don't expect him to be blind. I expect him to be prideful. And his pride will lead him to believe he controls this situation completely. His arrogance is his weakness—and it will be his undoing."The room fell into a tense silence, Su She visibly struggling with his orders before his shoulders slumped in reluctant submission. With a flick of his wrist, Wangji loosened the ropes binding him but left his spiritual powers blocked, ensuring Su She couldn't escape."Go," Wangji commanded, his voice a low, quiet authority that resonated in the room. "Make the request exactly as I've instructed. I'll know if you deviate, and I will not forgive even the slightest slip. Control your expression—nothing should betray our conversation."Su She hesitated, casting a wary look at Wangji before he moved to carry out the command. Wangji's gaze remained fixed on him until the door closed, the silence in the room settling heavily around him. Yet for the first time since this conflict had begun, Wangji felt a steady calm rising within him. Each piece was finally falling into place.Satisfied, Wangji turned his attention to the plans already forming in his mind. Hel's allegiance would be critical, a weapon against Odin's unchecked ambition. Overlooked and dismissed by Odin, Hel's discontent was Wangji's to wield—if he moved with precision. But first, Wen Qing and her loyalty would be the bridge between strategy and success, and it was her healing and knowledge that would secure his next steps.....Wangji paced the room, his mind a web of plans and contingencies, each move requiring precision to avoid drawing Odin's attention until it was too late. Hel's alliance was a sharp blade hidden in plain sight, a resource Odin had arrogantly overlooked, convinced of his own invulnerability. Wangji knew better; he had seen even the mighty fall to their own pride.But first, he needed Wen Qing's counsel. Her expertise in healing could do more than mend wounds—it could unearth secrets, subtle yet powerful enough to mislead and protect without raising suspicion. With her loyalty secured, he could proceed with a confidence he hadn't felt in a long time.A while later, Su She entered the room. "Did you do as I asked?" Wangji inquired."She'll be here shortly," Su She replied."Good. Now sit back down where you were.""On the ground? It's not—" Su She's complaint was cut off by Wangji's silencing spell."Sit on the sofa, then. I don't want to hear any more words from you," Wangji commanded. Su She reluctantly took his place on the sofa, ropes binding him instantly.The wait was unnerving. Wangji turned in circles in the quiet room, replaying worst-case scenarios in his mind, until a soft knock at the door broke his focus. He turned, expecting the figure on the other side."Enter," he called, and Wen Qing stepped inside, her expression calm yet wary."I came as soon as I heard," she said, glancing behind her before closing the door. "Su She, I told you not to—" Her words fell short as she noticed Su She bound and Wangji standing in the center of the room."What's going on here, Wangji?" she asked cautiously."I asked Su She to bring you here. This is what you tried to warn me about last time, correct?" Wangji's voice was steady."Yes." Relief flickered across her face as she sighed. "Yes, I'm glad you're safe.""Did Su She say anything else besides asking you to bring more herbs and tea?" Wangji asked, his tone controlled as he scanned her face for any sign of hidden intentions.She shook her head. "Only that Odin insisted on increasing your dosages. I suspected it was to keep you subdued... but I think now it's more than that."A glint of anger passed through Wangji's eyes, but he nodded calmly. "As I suspected. This time, I need more than herbs from you, Wen Qing. I need strategies—tools that can turn the balance without revealing our hand."Wen Qing's gaze narrowed, assessing his request. "You're asking me to risk everything. If Odin senses even a hint of rebellion...""He won't," Wangji replied, voice steeled. "You're too valuable for him to doubt. And that is precisely why your allegiance is essential. He underestimates you, just as he underestimates Hel. With both of you, I can act without tipping him off. He sometimes watches the house to make sure I'm still under control—correct, Su She?"Su She hesitated, then nodded. "Uh... yes, usually at night, so he's sure you won't notice.""Then I need something that convinces him his plan is working perfectly."A contemplative silence filled the room before Wen Qing nodded. "There are herbs I can prepare that mimic the effects of control, though they'll weaken over time. They'll allow you to keep up appearances—yet keep your mind clear.""That will be enough. For now, we escalate only if necessary."Wen Qing's gaze softened, a hint of respect breaking through her reserve. "This is a great risk. Odin's wrath is not something to underestimate."Wangji's expression was unyielding. "It is Odin who underestimates. And that arrogance will be his downfall."Wen Qing dipped her head in understanding, then turned to begin preparing the herbs. Her movements were methodical, her focus unwavering, yet Wangji sensed a weight in each motion. They were all playing dangerous roles in a game that could shatter with the slightest misstep.As she worked, Wangji's thoughts drifted to Hel. While Odin saw her as an outcast, a subdued force, Wangji saw her potential. If he could earn her allegiance and combine it with Wen Qing's expertise, he might be able to upend Odin's reign.But Hel was volatile, her anger simmering beneath layers of grudges and old wounds. To gain her trust, he'd have to tread carefully, convincing her that his plan offered more than vengeance—it offered freedom.Wen Qing finished her preparations, meeting his eyes as she handed him a small vial. "Take this at night," she instructed. "It'll mimic the fog in your mind, enough for Odin to believe he's succeeded. But the effects will only be superficial, leaving your senses sharp and your mind clear."He nodded, slipping the vial into his robes. "Thank you, Wen Qing. Your loyalty will not go unrewarded.""You'd better be careful. Odin has Wei Ying—and my brother. Losing either of them is not an option for me, Wangji," she warned."We'll lose no one," he replied firmly, his voice softening with determination. "I will make sure of it."¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝓔𝓝𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 38¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸
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Later that night, Wangji moved silently through the dim corridors, his mind sharp despite the tea he'd taken to placate Odin's suspicions. The vial Wen Qing had given him had worked; his thoughts were clear, unclouded. But if Odin looked in on him, he'd only see a disoriented Wangji, restless and weary with love. Reaching for the knife he'd taken from the kitchen, he approached the moonlit garden, ready to try something only an avid reader would know: summoning the goddess of Hel, despite her realm lying deeper than any other and nearly forgotten by all.Pressing the blade to his wrist, Wangji murmured the ancient incantation, his voice steady despite the weight of the ritual. A thin line of crimson traced its way down his arm, dripping to the floor in a deliberate rhythm. The silence thickened around him, heavy with anticipation, as if the air itself held its breath.Then, faintly at first, a rustling stirred in the shadows, like dry leaves caught in a restless breeze. The stillness shattered, giving way to a voice—silken, sharp, and laced with mocking amusement."Well, well. The flawless son of Asgard finally calls upon Hel in her shadows. Tell me, Wangji, has guilt softened your resolve, or are you ready to embrace the allegiance you've always been too proud to claim?"Hel stepped forward, her piercing look meeting his, her face a mask of indifference hiding something far darker."I summoned you because we both want the same thing, Hel," Wangji replied, calmly but firmly. "Your strength has been overlooked too long, and Odin's reach has gone unchecked even longer. It's time for a change, but I can't do it alone. I need your help to win this war—a war we've both been wronged in."A smirk played at the corner of Hel's lips. "So you're finally done being his loyal shadow, his little puppet. What brought about this sudden revelation?""Watching him destroy everything that matters to me," Wangji said, his voice sharp with a rare edge of anger. "He's taken control of my family, my closest allies. He's poisoned Wei Ying's mind—the person I care about most—and done it all without consequence. And I know he's been stealing souls meant for you, denying you your due, and twisting your realm into chaos."Hel's smirk faltered, her expression shifting into something colder, more calculating. For a moment, the room seemed to darken around her. "I see," she said, her voice low and measured. "So, what is it you seek? Power—to fight back? To make him pay for what he's done?""No," Wangji said, his voice calm and unwavering. "I want freedom—for myself, for my loved ones, and for everyone Odin has oppressed. Together, I believe we can make that happen. We can win my freedom—and yours."Hel's dark eyes lingered on him, unreadable and heavy with thought. For a moment, Wangji wondered if he'd overestimated her interest in joining his cause, despite her earlier proposal. But then she gave a curt nod, her tone dropping into something sharp and unyielding. "I'll accept your offer, Wangji. But understand this: you're toying with forces that consume and destroy. If you want my help, you'll face the consequences—no matter how bloody they may be. And there's one condition: I want my restriction lifted. I want to walk freely from my domain whenever I choose."Wangji held her gaze, his resolve unwavering. "I've prepared my whole life for this. I accept your terms, but only with one binding promise: you may roam freely, but you must swear an unbreakable vow not to harm any other realm."The silence stretched between them, heavy and foreboding, before Hel extended her hand. "Then it's settled. But remember this, Wangji—once we begin, there's no turning back. You'll have to find me a way out of Hel without Odin's blessing. Think carefully, dear prince."Wangji grasped her hand, sealing their tenuous pact. As he returned to his chambers, his mind swirled with the enormity of what lay ahead. Yet within the storm of uncertainty, a faint spark glimmered—hope, a fragile yet undeniable flicker of light against the darkness.The air in his quarters was heavy when Wangji returned, the burden of his plans settling squarely on his shoulders. Su She sat where Wangji had left him, bound and subdued. His head was bowed, though his eyes burned with resentment when he glanced up."So," Su She muttered, his tone laced with venom, "how did your little meeting go? Secure the favor of the Queen of the Damned?"Wangji didn't rise to the bait, his expression unyielding. "You'll deliver a message to Wen Qing tomorrow. Preparations begin at dawn. Make sure she knows we need the herbs immediately. As always, tell her it's for my tea—nothing more, nothing less. Say a single word out of line, and I'll reconsider keeping you alive."Su She's lip curled in defiance, though the edge of fear was unmistakable in his tone. "And if I refuse? I can't keep making these requests—someone will notice, and then what?"Wangji's gaze turned cold as frost, his voice dropping to a quiet menace. "Then you'll find yourself in a position far worse than this. Every night, I think of ways to end your life, of tortures so inventive even you would beg for mercy. Don't give me the pleasure of putting them to use."The color drained from Su She's face, and though his glare remained defiant, he gave a reluctant nod. For now, Wangji knew he couldn't trust him fully, but his compliance would have to do.....Wangji stood alone in his chamber, his fingers absently tracing the edges of the map spread before him. The morning light, pale and cool, filtered through the window, casting long, shifting shadows across the floor. Scattered on the table were the herbs Su She had delivered—tools for a plan that refused to let him rest. He hadn't slept; his mind churned too fiercely with the weight of his decisions, the promises he had made to Hel.As the hours stretched on, unease coiled tighter around him, sharp and unrelenting. A question he had tried to ignore now pressed itself to the forefront of his thoughts: what was it that he truly sought? Was it power—enough to shatter Odin's reign and free himself from the chains of servitude? Or was it something darker? Revenge. The need to see the walls of Asgard crumble and the empire that had suffocated him reduced to ash.His brow furrowed as his fingers stilled over the map. Was he trying to reclaim something stolen from him—his freedom, his agency—or was it his anger that drove him, a fire kindled by years of watching Odin's cruelty crush all who opposed him? Wangji had endured it in silence, bowing his head while others fell, their will broken. And now, as he stood poised to strike, he couldn't help but wonder if this was a battle for liberation or the culmination of his own despair.His thoughts drifted, unbidden, to Wei Ying. The memory of him, shackled and vulnerable, burned in the corners of his mind, a wound that refused to heal. Could he risk everything for him? For Wen Qing's brother? Or was this, in some twisted way, an escape for himself—a bid to break free from Odin's suffocating grip? His jaw clenched as the image of Wei Ying lingered. He couldn't allow his love to remain in those chains, not while he had the power to act. But the cost of this mission loomed, as vast and incomprehensible as the void.His gaze dropped to the herbs on the table, their dried, fragile forms belying the power they carried. They were a means to an end, a tool for the battle ahead. Yet they also reminded him of how far he had already gone, of how deeply he was entangled in forces far darker than he had ever imagined. The memory of his pact with Hel echoed in his mind—cold, absolute, and unrelenting. He had bargained with the goddess of death herself, staking his world on the chance to see Odin fall.But at what cost? Would the fire he sought to unleash consume him as well? Would he lose himself in his pursuit of vengeance, leaving behind only the ashes of the man he once was? The thought clawed at his chest.Wangji exhaled slowly, his resolve hardening as the weight of his decisions pressed firmly into his chest. This is what it takes, he thought grimly. If he had to become unrecognizable—if he had to sacrifice every piece of himself—to achieve his goal, then so be it. For Wei Ying. For Wen Qing's brother. For the chance to strip Odin of his power and free the realms. The path ahead was fraught with danger, but there was no turning back. Not now. Not after all he had given.A sharp knock at the door shattered his reverie. He straightened, his expression cooling into one of measured control as the door creaked open. Su She stepped inside, his usual air of disdain undercut by a flicker of unease. Wangji noted the subtle shift, though he did not acknowledge it."Here," Su She muttered, tossing a bundle of dried herbs onto the table with a casual, almost dismissive motion. The defiance in his gesture was tempered by a tension in his posture—a wariness that betrayed his fear.Wangji's gaze lingered on the herbs before rising to meet Su She's eyes, his own cold and unyielding. "You've done what I asked?"Su She's lip curled, his tone brittle with reluctant compliance. "I did. But I won't keep running your errands for much longer. This charade—it's wearing thin. Someone will notice soon enough, and when they do..." He let the threat hang in the air, though his voice lacked conviction.Wangji's jaw tightened, but he refused to take the bait. He had no patience for Su She's posturing, not when there was so much at stake. Instead, he returned his attention to the herbs, his fingers brushing over the dry leaves as he calculated their strength and precision. Their purpose was crucial—an infusion to maintain the delicate balance of his disguise. The tea would render him impervious to Odin's subtle mind games, shielding his true thoughts and allowing him to operate in the God King's shadow undetected.It wasn't just a precaution; it was survival. Odin would expect obedience, absolute and unquestioning. Wangji had to make him believe he was under control, his will bent to serve the throne. But the tea gave him a layer of protection, a shield for his mind that ensured he would never truly be Odin's puppet.Su She shifted uncomfortably in the silence, the tension between them growing heavier with every passing second. Finally, Wangji spoke, his voice low and deliberate, the calm edge of a blade."You'll keep playing this role for as long as I need you to," he said, his words sharp and final. "And you'll do it without complaint. Unless, of course, you'd prefer I test the limits of your usefulness in other ways."Su She's mouth twisted, anger flickering in his eyes, but he said nothing. Wangji let the silence linger, the weight of his words settling like stone. Let him stew on his fear, he thought. It's the only thing keeping him in line.Turning back to the herbs, Wangji began to prepare the tea, his movements precise, methodical. He ignored Su She entirely now, his focus on the task at hand and the plan it served. Every step mattered; there was no room for error, no margin for failure.The tension in the room lingered, taut as a drawn bowstring. Wangji didn't mind. Let Su She seethe in his silence. Let him nurse his resentment. It didn't matter. All that mattered was the mission ahead—every strategy that would bring the end of Odin, the collapse of the throne, and the liberation of those he held dear.Just as Wangji was about to dismiss Su She, the door creaked open again, and this time, Wen Qing stepped into the room. Her entrance was quiet, purposeful like a shadow falling over the light. There was no need for pleasantries; neither of them wasted time on idle words. She was here for the same reason he was: urgency, focus, and the looming war.Her eyes flicked over to the map spread across the table, then back to him. She didn't ask about his restless night or the weight of his decisions—she simply stepped forward, her presence steadying the room."You're awake early," Wen Qing remarked, her voice calm, though it carried a hint of the same weight that hung in Wangji's chest. "What's the next step?"Wangji met her gaze, nodding once. She didn't need to ask more. She knew. He didn't have to explain that his mind was already three steps ahead, nor did he have to remind her of the dangerous ground they were walking on. She was his ally in this, perhaps the only one he could trust fully in a world riddled with betrayal. She knew about his alliance with Hel, about the power they courted, and about the storm they were about to unleash. There were no secrets between them.He turned his attention back to the map, folding it carefully before setting it aside, his fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary. "The tea will be ready tomorrow morning," he said, his voice steady. "Once Odin believes I am fully under his control, we can start moving the pieces into place. The herbs will mask my intentions, but they won't change my resolve. The war begins, Wen Qing."Wen Qing's eyes narrowed, her mind working through the plan with the precision of a blade. She had always been a master strategist, never one to let emotion cloud her judgment. But even she had her doubts. "And Hel?" Her tone sharpened slightly, the question one of concern rather than distrust. "What guarantee do you have that she will follow through with the terms you've set?"Wangji's lips curled into a faint, grim smile, the only sign of the tension that coiled within him. "Guarantees don't exist. But I've already accepted the consequences. This war... it will change everything. Odin will fall."Wen Qing studied him for a long moment, her gaze piercing, as though reading the lines of fate etched on his very skin. Her face remained impassive, a mask of calm, but there was a subtle tightness around her brow, a quiet acknowledgment of the sacrifice that had already been made.Finally, she nodded, her voice firm, yet tinged with something softer beneath it. "Then we move forward. You've made your choice, and we will follow it." She paused, her gaze locking with his, a silent understanding passing between them. "But know this, Wangji—this isn't just a war for power. It's a war for your soul. Be careful what you're willing to sacrifice."Wangji's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing in silent acknowledgment. The weight of her words settled in the room like an unspoken truth. He had made his choice, and there was no turning back. But Wen Qing's words lingered, a reminder of the delicate balance he walked on. Power, revenge, and the chance for freedom... it was all on the line now. Everything he had ever known, everything he had fought for, had led him to this moment.But the question still clawed at him: how much of himself would he lose in the process? Wangji's gaze darkened, and a flash of anger sparked beneath his otherwise composed exterior. His lips tightened, and his fists clenched, feeling the heat building beneath his skin."I've already sacrificed enough," he said, his voice low, steady but edged with the force of his frustration.Wen Qing's expression softened, though there was no pity in her eyes—only understanding. "Then know this," she replied quietly, her gaze piercing. "There is nothing left to lose if you let it consume you. You can burn it all down, Wangji. But don't let the fire take you with it."Wangji averted his gaze, his eyes drifting to the table before him where the herbs lay untouched. His fingers brushed them absently, but his thoughts were far from the present. They drifted, drawn into a current far darker than the quiet of his chamber. He had already crossed lines he once swore never to cross. Betrayed the ideals of his clan, the values that had shaped him for as long as he could remember. And now, in the name of vengeance, he had embraced the void. He had already chosen the path of no return.The anger inside him had become a beast, gnawing at the edges of his thoughts, consuming him. It wasn't just about Odin anymore. It was about everything Odin had stolen—everything he had shattered. His heart felt heavy, burdened by all the lives lost, the love torn apart, the endless years spent in silent suffering. The rage inside him had fused with his very being, until he couldn't separate who he was from the fury that simmered beneath the surface."I'm not the same man anymore," Wangji muttered, his voice rough, raw. "I've walked too far into the darkness. I can feel it, gnawing at the parts of me that used to be... pure." He paused, the weight of his own words pressing down on him. "There's no coming back from this. No matter how this ends, I won't be the same. I can't be."Wen Qing's expression shifted, her gaze hardening with understanding. But there was also something else—something sorrowful and resigned in her eyes. "And you think this is the only way? To destroy yourself in order to destroy Odin?"Wangji didn't meet her eyes. His mind was racing, replaying the quiet promises he'd made to Hel, the vows whispered in the shadows of his own mind. He had convinced himself it was worth it—that every drop of blood, every piece of his soul, would be worth the cost. But standing here, feeling the weight of her words, he wasn't so sure anymore. Was it really worth it?"I can't let him win, Wen Qing," Wangji said, his voice thick with emotion. "I can't let him control everything—to control me, my family, my future, Wei Ying's future. I'll burn everything he's built to the ground, even if I have to go down in flames with him. I'll tear this empire apart if it means freeing those I care about. It's the only thing that matters now."Wen Qing stepped closer, her gaze unwavering as it locked onto his. "And what comes after that?" she asked softly. "When the dust settles, and Odin is gone, what will be left of you? You've already sacrificed so much, Wangji. Don't let this rage consume you completely. You think you're choosing the right path, but rage... rage will only cloud your judgment. When the war is over, when the blood has been spilled and the throne is nothing but an empty shell, what will you have left? Who will you be once all of this is behind you?"For a long moment, Wangji didn't respond. His eyes were distant, his mind adrift. He was already so deep in the storm that the rain no longer touched him. All he could hear was the deafening roar of fury, drowning out the quiet voice of reason. He had made a pact with darkness, and now he could not escape it."I don't care what I become," Wangji said quietly, a shadow of something lost flickering in his voice. "As long as I see it through—free Wei Ying, destroy Odin. If I have to destroy myself to do it, then so be it. There's nothing left worth saving. I'll become whatever is necessary. I'll burn with the world if it means seeing him fall."Wen Qing's lips pressed into a thin line, her concern deepening, but there was no judgment in her gaze—only quiet understanding. "You've already chosen your path, haven't you? And you would die for it. For this cause. For vengeance... for Wei Ying."Wangji's gaze never wavered, his resolve unbroken. "Yes. And I will die for it. If it means tearing Odin apart... if it means making him pay for everything he's taken from me—and from all of us."A long silence settled between them, thick with the weight of his decision. Wen Qing didn't speak immediately. But when she did, her voice was soft, almost mournful. "Just remember, Wangji. Vengeance is a fire that will consume everything. It will take more from you than you ever expected. You may lose yourself in the end.""I've already lost everything I could lose," Wangji replied quietly, almost to himself. "This... this is the only way forward. The only way to see it through to the end."Wen Qing's eyes softened, but her resolve was clear. "Then we will walk this path together. But know this—when the war is over, when Odin is gone and the dust has settled... the true cost will be in who we are when it's all over."Wangji said nothing more. The words lingered in the air, but he was already too far gone to heed them. He had made his choice.In the silence that followed, Su She shifted in his seat, his eyes darting between Wangji and Wen Qing. There was an edge to his posture, an unease that betrayed his nervousness. After a long, tense moment, he spoke up, breaking the stillness between them."You won't be able to control everything, Wangji. There will be surprises. There always are."Wangji's eyes flicked up to Su She, his gaze sharp. Su She recoiled slightly, instinctively sensing the coldness in the air, but he held his ground, knowing better than to back down completely."I will adapt," Wangji replied, his voice flat, almost emotionless, though something darker simmered beneath his calm exterior.Su She's lips twisted into a half-smirk, though it never reached his eyes. "You really think you can control it all, huh? Every move, every piece in place. One mistake, Wangji, one slip-up, and your entire plan will fall apart faster than you can blink."Wangji's eyes narrowed, irritation flickering across his face. "That won't happen. This will succeed."Su She's smirk faltered for a moment, his brow furrowing. He couldn't tell if Wangji was bluffing, but the unshakable conviction in his eyes made him hesitate. "And if you fail, Wangji?" he asked, his voice dropping, bravado slipping away. "What then? What happens if the consequences—""Shut up, Su She." Wangji's voice was sharp, cutting him off immediately. His gaze hardened, like a blade, promising consequences. "Your words have no weight here. Speak only when spoken to. The rest of your thoughts are irrelevant."Su She's expression darkened, lips pressing into a thin line. "You think you can control me? After everything—"Before Su She could finish his words, Wangji's eyes narrowed. Without a gesture, without a sound, the air around them seemed to thicken. Su She's lips pressed tightly together as if bound by an invisible force, refusing to part. He tried to speak, but his mouth remained sealed, unable to move. Wangji's gaze remained steady, his silence more potent than any incantation.Su She froze mid-sentence. His mouth moved, but no sound came out. He tried again, frustration contorting his face, but the spell held him in silence, locking him in place. The air seemed to grow thick, every attempt at speaking futile, as if the world had closed in around him.Wangji remained standing, unblinking, his eyes fixed firmly on Su She. "I will not listen to your worthless words. You are my prisoner, not my advisor. Know your place."Wen Qing stepped forward, her voice calm but authoritative. "Don't waste your energy on him, Wangji. We have more important matters to discuss."Wangji turned to her, voice unwavering. "Bind him."Wen Qing moved without hesitation. Her power surged, her hands glowing with a soft, ethereal light. She raised them, and invisible threads of energy wrapped around Su She's limbs, binding him tightly to the chair. He struggled for a moment, jerking against the restraints, but there was no escaping her control.With a swift motion of her wrist, the binding tightened, leaving Su She immobilized, glaring at them both. His face twisted with a mixture of rage and helplessness, but his voice remained muted, sealed by Wangji's spell.Wen Qing looked at Wangji, a flicker of approval in her eyes. She understood why he'd acted as he had—Su She couldn't be allowed to roam free with knowledge of their plans, not when the stakes were so high.Su She continued to struggle, but it was as if he were trapped in an invisible cage, unable to move or speak. His eyes darted between them, his body held captive by unseen chains.Wen Qing turned to Wangji, her gaze softening slightly. "You know we can't fully trust him. He's a liability." Her hand brushed his arm as her voice dropped to a low, insistent tone. "We'll discuss the plan in private, away from his prying eyes. If Odin learns anything—""I know." Wangji's voice was calm, controlled. "I've already suppressed his spiritual powers. He won't be able to act unless I allow it." His gaze turned to Su She, cold and calculating. "And if he tries... I'll make sure he never speaks again."Wen Qing nodded, her face serious. She approached Su She, her hand glowing faintly with ethereal light. Power rippled through the room, and before Su She could fully process it, a wave of exhaustion flooded his senses. His eyes fluttered shut, and his head lolled forward as Wen Qing's abilities took hold, sending him into a deep, dreamless sleep."Sleep," Wen Qing whispered, her voice soft but heavy with authority. "Rest while we make our decisions. You won't wake until we allow it."Su She slumped in his chair, his body going still as the magical energy coursed through him, binding him into unconsciousness.Wangji's gaze met Wen Qing's once more. She spoke softly, but with firm resolve. "We need to proceed without him knowing the full scope of the plan. If he even has the slightest chance to escape, it could ruin everything. I won't risk it."Wangji exhaled slowly, his shoulders stiff but his mind clearer. "Now we can speak freely. You are right, Odin cannot know of this. Not yet." ¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝓔𝓝𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 39¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸
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Wen Qing nodded, her eyes holding a hard edge as she glanced at Su She's limp form slumped in the chair. "He won't remember anything significant, but we must stay cautious. He'll stay out long enough. We'll have to use this time wisely to solidify our next steps. Su She is desperate and desperation makes people dangerous."Wangji's gaze lingered on Su She briefly before returning to her. "He's Odin's puppet—useful only as long as he's restrained. But we'll have to move quickly, and every step has to be precise."Wen Qing crossed her arms, her brow furrowing with worry as she leaned over the map, tapping her finger on Odin's Hall. "If we're to succeed, you need access to Odin's Hall before dawn. That's when his guard shifts, and they'll be at their weakest. But those barriers... they're no simple magic. We need something strong enough to break through them."Wangji's gaze followed her hand, his eyes narrowing as he considered the Hall's defenses. "Odin's wards are powerful," he said, voice low. "But he's grown arrogant, thinking no one would dare approach him. There may be an opening near the southern wing—it's less fortified than the others, though even then, we'll need a way to weaken his spells. Something potent. Perhaps even forbidden."Wen Qing hesitated, her brow creasing further. "There's a talisman—an ancient one from my clan's archives—that I've been working on secretly. It could disrupt his wards long enough for you to slip through, but it's dangerous. It won't last long; if it fails, it will drain me entirely. I wouldn't be able to cast another."Wangji's expression darkened. "You're risking too much. If that talisman exhausts your strength, I won't allow it.""You don't get to 'allow' anything, Wangji." Wen Qing's tone was resolute, unyielding. "If we have any chance to reach Wei Ying and my brother, we have to make sacrifices. And if this talisman buys you enough time, it's worth it. I'm willing to risk that."He clenched his fists, struggling against his protective instinct. "This is no small gamble, Wen Qing. Even if I get through, Odin's guards will be swarming the place. If I don't reach the prison cells quickly, there's no guarantee I'll make it back. And I won't lose you too."She stepped closer, her voice softer but fierce. "Then don't let it fail. You'll need to move quickly. Once you're inside, you find the key to the cells. Get Wei Ying and my brother out, and we'll have Hel's forces prepared to cover our escape."Wangji's mind raced, trying to anticipate every angle, every potential slip in their plan. "Hel's warriors could create a diversion at the north gate. But the second Odin senses them, the entire Hall will be on high alert. If we're delayed even by a moment—""Then don't get delayed," Wen Qing cut in, meeting his gaze with a hard, unwavering stare. "We'll set the talisman to give you a clear path, but you'll have to trust me on this. You'll have a small window to reach them and escape before Odin's spells recalibrate."Wangji's jaw tightened, his doubt churning alongside his determination. "This talisman—using it will weaken you. What if something goes wrong?""I'm willing to give everything for this, Wangji." Her eyes softened, though they held the same fierce resolve. "I know you are, too. Just... remember that revenge isn't the only reason we're doing this. Don't let it consume you. Promise me, that once they're free, that's what matters most."Wangji's face hardened, a dark intensity flickering in his eyes. "We can't just take them and run, Wen Qing. Even if we escape, Odin's reach extends too far, his grip too tight. So long as he sits on that throne, Wei Ying and your brother will never truly be safe. The 'war' you want to avoid... it's inevitable."Wen Qing looked at him, her expression caught somewhere between understanding and concern. "You think I don't know that?" Her voice was quiet but edged with urgency. "I want him defeated just as much as you do. But you need to understand—this isn't just about revenge or even justice. It's about ensuring we all have a life to go back to once it's over.""I know." Wangji's voice was a low, tense murmur. "But Odin will never allow that life to exist. Not while he controls everything and everyone. This goes beyond my hatred for him, beyond revenge. He's a menace to anyone he views as a threat, and that will never change since he sees everyone as threats to his powers!."She stepped closer, searching his gaze. "You're right, and I'm with you in this. But you're carrying more than just a mission—you're carrying anger, and it will consume you if you don't find a way to keep it in check. Revenge has a way of taking everything, Wangji, leaving nothing behind but more darkness."He exhaled slowly, tension radiating from him. "I can feel it. The anger, the hate... it's all there. But I'd rather let it consume me and burn Odin down with it than live in a world where he still rules. I've already sacrificed what I believed in and crossed lines I never thought I would. I'm not the person I used to be, Wen Qing. I don't know if I can be."Wen Qing's face softened, yet her tone remained firm. "Don't think I don't see what you've lost to get here. But I'll repeat myself, if you let yourself fall too far into that darkness, you'll lose everything you're fighting for. The Wangji I believe in, the one I've allied myself with, is still there. And he's fighting for freedom, not vengeance."Wangji held her gaze, her words hanging heavy in the air. "If that's true," he said, his voice barely a whisper, "then I'll have to survive this long enough to prove it."She nodded, the faintest trace of a sad smile crossing her face. "Then let's make sure you do." Wangji's eyes met hers, they both knew that once they set the plan in motion, there would be no turning back. "Hel's forces can't just be a distraction. They need to be in place at the right moment when Odin is vulnerable."Wen Qing's expression hardened, her gaze flickering momentarily toward the sleeping Su She, then back to Wangji. "We'll need to get Hel's army directly into Odin's throne room. The moment they step into his domain, we strike. But there's a challenge in getting them there unseen. Odin's wards are nearly impenetrable."Wangji's jaw tightened. "We can't afford to wait for an opening. We need to be the ones to create it."A pause hung between them before Wen Qing spoke, her voice calm but filled with conviction. "The Dream Realm. That's the only way. If we can access it, it would allow us to bypass Odin's wards entirely. He has no dominion there, and no way to sense Hel's forces coming through. The Dream Realm can serve as our corridor."Wangji's brow furrowed. "You're suggesting we use the Dream Realm as a way in. But opening a passage from Hel's realm to the Dream Realm... and then to the throne room? It's risky. The energy required to open such a door is immense."Wen Qing's lips pressed into a thin line, but there was no hesitation in her voice. "I know. But it's our best shot. Odin believes the Dream Realm is beyond his control, and it's the one place where Hel's forces could gather unnoticed. From there, we can send them straight into the throne room. If we time it right, Odin won't even know what hit him."Wangji's gaze narrowed as he considered the implications. "I can open the passage from within the Dream Realm, but I'll need help strengthening it. It'll require all of my focus just to keep the door open long enough for Hel's forces to cross. I can't afford any distractions."Wen Qing nodded. "I'll prepare the herbs. They'll mask your presence and keep Odin from detecting you when you're setting up the passage. It will allow you to move undetected, to hold the corridor open long enough for Hel's forces to come through."Wangji's eyes flickered to Su She again. "If we succeed, the throne room will become the battleground. We push Odin's forces back into that confined space, where Hel's army can overwhelm them. But it has to be done in one swift movement. The moment Hel steps into that corridor, we move."A flicker of concern crossed Wen Qing's face. "And what if Odin senses what we're doing before we can strike? If he's waiting for us..."Wangji's voice was steady, unwavering. "Then we fight him head-on. No retreat. No hesitation. We take him down, once and for all."Her eyes softened slightly. "And if it comes to facing Odin directly... If we have no choice but to end him?"Wangji's gaze hardened, his jaw tightening. "Then we end him. We've already lost too much to turn back now."Wen Qing studied him for a moment, her expression unreadable, before nodding once more. "Then let's do it. For Wei Ying, for your family, and for everyone else he has wronged. But remember—once we open this door, there is no going back."Wangji's voice was a low, determined whisper. "There never was."Wen Qing looked at Wangji, her eyes steady and filled with a quiet understanding. "You might be the only one powerful enough to fight Odin, Wangji."Wangji's expression was unreadable, he didn't respond right away, as though the truth of it settled in his bones with a deep, unsettling certainty."I know," he replied finally, his voice low. "I'll inform Hel. We need to coordinate our movements and ensure every step is precise. And once we're ready... we'll set the date."Wen Qing nodded, her lips pressing into a thin line. "The timing will be crucial."Wangji ran a hand over the map, his thoughts aligning as he pieced together the path forward. "There's another matter we need to address. A way to see them—Wei Ying, Wen Ning—something to know their condition, to understand where they are, what we're walking into when we reach Odin's Hall. It'll give us a better idea of how to proceed."Wen Qing raised an eyebrow. "You mean, a way to see them without being detected?"Wangji nodded, "Yes. we will need two Veil of Souls."Wen Qing's eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't expected him to know of the artifact, let alone name it so readily. "The Veil of Souls?" she asked, her voice a mixture of disbelief and curiosity. "You know of it? Those are practically myths—almost no one has seen one in centuries."Wangji's gaze met hers, steady and unwavering. "I have two," he said simply.Wen Qing blinked, caught off guard. "Two? But... how?"Wangji's fingers brushed the edge of the table, his voice quieter than before. "It was my parents' gift. A part of their legacy. They knew I would need them one day."Wen Qing absorbed his words in silence, her mind racing as she processed the information. "But how do they work?" she asked, the question slipping out before she could stop herself. "I've heard rumors, but no one's ever explained them."Wangji's gaze softened, "The Veil of Souls reveals the true state of the one you wish to see. It shows their physical condition as they are in the present, but also the depth of their suffering or their peace—however far they are from you. It's more than a simple reflection; it connects with their essence. When you look into it, you can feel what they feel, see through their eyes... but only for a short time."He paused, considering his words carefully. "It's a dangerous tool. Using it too often can cause you to become lost in the vision, forgetting where you are, forgetting yourself. But once you've seen through it, the connection lingers. It can guide you to them."Wen Qing's brow furrowed as she processed the implications. "So, this artifact can help us see Wei Ying and Wen Ning, even if they're miles away? And it doesn't just show their location—it shows what's happening to them in real-time?"Wangji nodded. "Exactly. But we must be careful. It is not just a tool of vision, it's a bond. The more you use it, the deeper the connection becomes, until it may be impossible to sever. It could lead us straight to them... but it could also lead to their destruction if misused."Wen Qing stared at him for a moment, "You've already used it, haven't you?"Wangji's gaze was distant as he thought of the two Veils of Souls he'd inherited. "No... actually, I wanted to after their death. I did try, but one of the two has to be with the person you want to see, and it cannot show you their death—unless you perform a dark and forbidden ritual. I tried to see them, once, but it only showed me their past. I used it for a while when I was younger, hoping to find something, anything to keep them with me."He paused, his hand curling into a fist on the table, as the memories of his past lingered heavily in the air. "I nearly lost myself to their past, always seeking more time, more moments from what was gone. Xichen—he took them away when he learned about it." Wangji's gaze darkened for a moment, a flicker of regret crossing his face. "That's how I know the dangers of the Veils. They don't just show you a glimpse—they pull you in, and it's easy to forget the present when the past calls to you so strongly. It distorts everything. The present, the future—it all becomes a blur."He took a slow, steadying breath, his voice hardening with resolve. "But I won't make the same mistake again. This time, it's not about me. It's about them—Wei Ying and Wen Ning. We need to free them, and we need to do it carefully. "Wen Qing's expression softened, though the concern remained in her eyes. She understood the danger in using such power, and the toll it could take. "I see. That's dangerous... you'll have to be careful if you're thinking of using them." Her voice was low, careful. "The real question is, how do we get one to the boys?"He exhaled slowly, his fingers lingering on the table as he stared down at the map, as though seeking the answers from it. "I'll find a way. There is always a way to get it to them, even in the most guarded places. It's not a matter of how, Wen Qing, but of timing and precision."Wen Qing's brow furrowed with concern as she leaned forward, her voice laced with caution. "And if they're being watched? If Odin's spies are on them—if they know about this...?"Wangji's gaze hardened, his mind already working through the possible complications. "Then we'll make sure they don't. It's a risk, yes. But Wei Ying is clever—he'll understand. We'll make sure the message is delivered discreetly. As for Wen Ning, his loyalty to you could be the key."Wen Qing hesitated, a rare flicker of vulnerability crossing her face. "I don't know if I can bear to send him into danger like that. You've already seen how much Odin controls, how much he's done to break their spirits... And now we ask them to play along with this, while they're already imprisoned?"Wangji softened, his expression unreadable, but there was a quiet understanding in his eyes. "We're not asking them to play along. We're asking them to trust us—just as we trust them. And if we succeed, they'll be free. It will be worth it, Wen Qing. All of it."Wen Qing's lips pressed into a thin line as she thought over his words. Her brother, her family... Everything she had done had been to protect them, but sometimes, as Wangji had said, sacrifice was required."And if they fail?" she asked softly, meeting Wangji's gaze. "What happens if they're caught?""Then we prepare for war," Wangji said firmly, his voice unshaken. "Odin may think himself untouchable, but even the greatest walls can crumble. If they're caught, we don't just leave them behind—we go in, we fight for them. We break down every door, every barrier he's set up to control them. We'll make him regret every moment he spent chaining their spirits."Wen Qing was silent for a long moment, her eyes studying Wangji with a mixture of admiration and concern. She had never seen him so fierce, so determined. And though a part of her feared the depths to which he was willing to go, she knew he was right. There was no turning back now. Not for them. Not for Wei Ying or Wen Ning.Finally, she nodded, a sense of resolution settling over her. "Then we do it your way. But we'll need every advantage we can get. Every edge, every moment of surprise, we'll use it all."Wangji's lips tightened into a grim smile, and he gave her a nod of approval. "Agreed."But just as the words left his lips, the room seemed to darken. A cold wind, out of nowhere, swept through the chamber, rustling the maps on the table. Wen Qing's eyes narrowed, her hand instinctively reaching for the vial at her belt, her senses alert."Did you feel that?" she whispered, her voice tense.Wangji's eyes flitted to the door, his body stiffening as he reached for the hilt of his sword. "It's not the wind," he muttered, his voice low, dangerous. "Someone's here."Before either of them could react, the door burst open, and a shadowy figure stepped into the room—tall, cloaked in darkness, with eyes that burned like embers in the night."Did the party start without me?" The voice slithered into the room, smooth and unassuming, as if it were a simple question, yet laced with a subtle threat. It was calm, almost too calm, as if he had all the time in the world to watch the others dance around his plans.¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝓔𝓝𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 40¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸
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Wangji stiffened, recognizing the voice instantly. "Heimdall," he murmured, his voice low, caught between relief and caution.Beside him, Wen Qing's brow furrowed. "The Guardian of the Bifrost?" she whispered, her tone laced with both disbelief and alarm.Huesang stepped into the light from the shadows with an easy, unhurried grace, fanning himself with his ever-present fan. His delicate smile was disarming, almost shy, as his gaze flitted briefly to Wen Qing. "The Watchman of the Gods, at your service," he said lightly, offering her a mock bow.But Wangji's eyes never left him. He knew better than to be lulled by Huesang's harmless veneer. Behind that gentle smile lay a mind as sharp as a blade.Huesang closed the fan with a soft snap, his expression turning more somber. "To answer your question, Wangji, I'm here because Odin's reign has stretched far too long. He's become a tyrant, and I, for one, have grown weary of pretending otherwise."His gaze darkened, and his voice dropped to a quieter, more dangerous tone. "More importantly, I know what awaits Wei Ying in three days' time. It's a fate he does not deserve. And frankly, I grow weary of watching Odin's punishments masquerading as justice."Wangji's expression sharpened, his hand tightening slightly on Bichen's hilt. A surge of anger flared in his chest, but he controlled it with a clenched jaw. His voice, though cold, betrayed the urgency that clawed at him. "What fate?" he demanded, his eyes narrowing in suspicion, though part of him already feared the answer.Huesang's fan hovered near his lips as he hesitated, a flicker of pain crossing his face. "Odin plans to execute him," he said softly. "Publicly. As an example to anyone who dares oppose him. He will break Wei Ying's spirit, then his body, in front of all the realms." His smile returned, bitter this time. "You know how Odin loves his spectacles."The words hit Wangji like a physical blow. His stomach twisted, and a cold weight settled in his chest. The thought of Wei Ying—his Wei Ying—suffering under Odin's cruelty stole his breath. His heart clenched with a deep, raw anger that burned from the inside. He had feared this, but hearing it out loud made it all the more real, all the more unbearable.And all that while, he had been laying down in a comfortable bed, living a life he had dared to dream of—sharing stolen moments with a fake Wei Ying, an illusion crafted to trap him. Someone as despicable as Su She had been playing puppet master, twisting his mind, mocking his devotion. Wangji's fists tightened at his sides, his knuckles whitening with the force of his self-loathing.He could not forgive himself for not realizing the truth sooner. How long had Wei Ying been enduring Odin's torturous hands? How long had he suffered alone, waiting, while Wangji had been fooled into complacency? The thought was like a dagger twisting in his chest, a pain he couldn't dull, no matter how hard he tried to focus.Wei Ying didn't deserve this—this public humiliation, this torment. The injustice was suffocating. Odin's power had always been ruthless, but this... this went beyond anything Wangji had imagined.A burning need to act surged through him, but all he could feel was the weight of helplessness. The crushing reality of what Wei Ying was about to endure pressed down on him. That would not happen. He would not allow it.Wen Qing inhaled sharply, her hand instinctively clenching at her side. "You're certain?"Huesang's gaze met hers, unflinching. "As certain as the night follows day. I've seen the preparations. Wei Ying has three days left unless you act." He turned back to Wangji, his expression unreadable. "I am here because Wei Ying is my friend, Wangji. And because I have a score to settle with Odin myself. A personal one."Wangji's brow furrowed. The weight of the revelation settled over him like a shadow. "Your brother," he said after a pause, the words tasting bitter in his mouth.Huesang inclined his head, his eyes shadowed. "Yes. Mingjue. Odin slaughtered him without a second thought. And what did I do? Nothing." His voice wavered slightly, then steadied. "For years, I let Odin believe I was too weak, too broken to be a threat. But I've waited, watched, and planned. And now, with you, I finally have the chance to strike back.""And you expect me to trust you?" Wangji's tone was sharp, cutting through the room like a blade.Huesang met his gaze steadily, a flicker of disappointment flashing in his eyes. "No, I don't. But Wei Ying trusts me. That should count for something."Silence fell between them, heavy and fraught."You think you can betray Odin undetected?" Wangji asked, his voice low and cutting. "Do you truly believe he does not watch his Watchman?"Huesang shrugged, flicking the fan open again with a fluid motion. "Odin expects loyalty where there is none. That is his arrogance—and my advantage. He has underestimated me for centuries, and he will continue to do so until it's too late."Wen Qing stepped forward, "Let's assume for a moment that you mean what you say," she said evenly. "What's your price, Huesang? No one offers their help freely—not when Odin is involved."He glanced at Wen Qing, before turning back to wangji. "You see, I know firsthand what it's like to lose everything to Odin's unrelenting rule. He slaughtered my brother, Mingjue, in cold blood. And now, the little Watchman of the Gods"—he gestured mockingly to himself—"is no threat to him. Why would I be? A boy too weak to avenge his kin, too insignificant to be a blip on his radar. But that is precisely why I am the perfect ally for you."Huesang chuckled the sound light but tinged with bitterness. " My price is simple: Odin's throne reduced to ashes. I have no desire to rule, no schemes for power. I want him gone, and his legacy buried. That's all."Wen Qing turned to Wangji, her brow furrowed. "Do you trust him?"Wangji's jaw tightened, his hand still resting on Bichen. "No. But I trust that he hates Odin after all, he took his brother's life and Huesang loved his brother.""Then what do we do?""We proceed as planned," Wangji said, his voice resolute. "But we prepare for treachery. From him—and from anyone else who may stand in our way."Wen Qing nodded, but her expression remained serious. "You'll keep your guard up around him. We can't afford another betrayal."A cold, almost amused smile tugged at Huesang's lips. "Ah, you're learning. Good." He stepped back, his figure shrouded in shadow once again. "I don't expect you to trust me. Not yet. But when the time comes to act, you'll know where to find me."He paused, eyes glinting with something unreadable. "And you'll know why I can't fail. I will see Odin fall."Wangji's eyes narrowed, and he nodded once, decisively. "We'll see."With that, Huesang vanished into the shadows, leaving only the faintest trace of his presence behind. Wen Qing let out a breath, her shoulders slightly sagging. "Do you think he's telling the truth?"Wangji didn't answer immediately, his gaze lingering on the space where Huesang had been. Finally, he spoke, his voice heavy. "I don't know. But what I do know is that Odin will never expect the betrayal to come from him. That gives us an advantage."Wangji didn't answer immediately, his gaze lingering on the space where Huesang had stood moments before. The silence stretched between them until Wen Qing huffed quietly, her irritation breaking through. "You need to improve these wards, Wangji. Is this place your home, or a passway where everyone goes and comes as they please?"Wangji turned to her, his expression calm but shadowed with a hint of frustration. "You know I can't," he said, his voice low. "Odin believes I am weakened. If I suddenly display strength enough to weave barriers of that magnitude, it will draw his attention—and his suspicion."Wen Qing frowned but said nothing further, the tension clear in her posture. Finally, Wangji's voice broke through the silence, heavy and deliberate. "Whatever his motives, Huesang's actions have opened a path we can use. I will ensure it is not wasted."
Two days later...
The room was stiflingly quiet, the kind of silence that seemed to fill every corner and weigh down on the air. Wangji stood near the Veil of Souls, its wavering blue light flickering softly against the walls. His eyes were fixed on its glow, but his thoughts were far away, tangled in the looming uncertainty of what was to come. Tomorrow was Wei Ying's execution, and the hours leading up to it seemed endless, each moment dragging under the crushing weight of doubt. They had one chance to turn Odin's spectacle of cruelty into his downfall, but the risks were suffocating.Anger simmered beneath Wangji's calm exterior, a relentless force he fought to contain. The monster, as he thought of it, clawed at the edges of his control, desperate to be unleashed. The urge to let it take over, to destroy everything in its path, was almost overwhelming. But he couldn't afford to lose that battle—not now. Still, the thought of Wei Ying enduring Odin's twisted punishment, of being paraded and humiliated, burned in his chest, threatening to shatter his composure.Wen Qing stood nearby, arms crossed tightly, her sharp gaze flickering between resolve and unease. She said nothing, but the tension in her posture mirrored his. The weight of what lay ahead hung between them, unspoken but palpable. Tomorrow would decide everything—it could either save Wei Ying or destroy them all."If this works, we won't just stop the execution," Wen Qing said quietly, breaking the oppressive silence. "We'll turn Odin's spectacle into his defeat. But..." Her words faltered as a frown creased her brow."I don't like the risks," she admitted, her voice steady but tinged with unease. "The Veil of Souls is unpredictable. Seeing them, communicating—it's not just dangerous for them. Prolonged use could draw Odin's attention to us. If that happens, everything falls apart. We'll lose them and our chance to stop this."Wangji's eyes remained fixed on the veil's faint, flickering light. His voice, though calm, carried a steely resolve. "There is no other way. We need to know if they're alive, how badly they're hurt. Huesang has the veil. He's in position. If he betrays us..." His voice dipped, heavy with quiet finality. "I will handle it."Wen Qing crossed her arms tightly, her lips pressing into a thin line. "And if he's already been caught?" she asked, her tone low but insistent. "What if Odin's forces are closing in as we speak?""We'll know soon enough," Wangji said. His calm exterior belied the fire burning underneath. "If he fails, the veil will show Odin's forces instead of them. If he succeeds, we'll see the boys. Either way, we'll have answers before it's too late."Wen Qing exhaled sharply, the tension in her stance betraying her reluctance. She didn't trust Huesang, and she hadn't made that a secret. Even with a shared enemy, alliances forged in desperation were fragile. "He better not fail," she muttered, though her agreement was evident in her nod.The plan was straightforward, but the stakes were immeasurable. Huesang was their link to Wei Ying and Wen Ning, the one carrying the veil into Odin's prison. Through it, they would see them, hear them, and coordinate their escape. But until the veil activated, until it showed them the truth, all they could do was wait.The minutes dragged by, each one heavier than the last. Wangji stood motionless, his gaze locked on the glowing veil, the tension in the room thick and suffocating. Every second felt like an eternity, every flicker of light from the veil carrying the promise of either hope or despair.Then, without warning, the veil's glow changed.The Veil pulsed, its faint blue glow intensifying as the swirling mists inside began to twist and churn with purpose. The soft hum it emitted grew stronger, resonating in the still room. Wangji's breath hitched ever so slightly, his hand tightening at his side."It's working," Wen Qing murmured, her voice low but edged with fragile hope. She took a step closer, her sharp eyes fixed on the veil.The shifting light within the Veil began to take form. At first, it was nothing but indistinct shapes, wavering and faint. But as the moments stretched on, the outlines sharpened, the mists giving way to something tangible. Wangji's gaze remained locked on the veil, every muscle taut as if bracing for impact.A figure emerged, blurred but unmistakably human. Then another. The second figure steadied, its form taking clearer shape—a face slowly coming into view.And then, there he was.
Wei Ying.
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Wangji's breath caught as the figure in the Veil solidified. Wei Ying was slumped against the cold, unyielding wall of a dimly lit cell. His once-proud form was battered, his robes torn and stained with blood and dirt. A rusted shackle encircled his wrist, its edges biting deeply into his raw skin. A dark bruise marred his cheekbone, stark against the pallor of his gaunt face. Even his eyes—those vibrant, mischievous eyes that had always sparkled with life—were dulled, their light suffocated by suffering. His head hung forward, as though even the effort to hold it upright had become too much to bear.Beside him, Wen Ning sat unnaturally still, his pale face fractured like delicate porcelain. The quiet strength that once defined him had drained away, leaving him fragile, like he might shatter with the slightest touch.Wen Qing gasped sharply, her hand flying to her mouth as her entire body froze. "A-Ning..." she choked out, her voice trembling. She took an unsteady step closer, tears brimming in her eyes. "A-Ning..." The sight of her brother, her last family, reduced to this pitiful state, shattered her composure. Her voice broke as she turned to Wangji, her desperation spilling over. "Lan Wangji, look at them! What has Odin done?!"But Wangji barely registered her words. His focus was entirely on Wei Ying. **His Wei Ying.** The sight of him—beaten, shackled, and broken—ignited a storm inside. His chest tightened, as if caught in an iron vice, and his hands curled into trembling fists. Rage surged like molten fire in his veins, sharp and unrelenting, and the beast within him—the one he had fought to keep caged—began to stir.It clawed at the edges of his control, snarling, demanding release. His entire body burned with the effort to contain it, his breath shallow and uneven. The monster was alive, tangible, coiled tightly within him like a predator ready to pounce. The edges of his vision darkened, and the crackling tension in the air mirrored the storm inside him.And then, Wei Ying stirred.His head lifted weakly, just enough for his dim gaze to meet the Veil. His lips curved into the faintest ghost of a smile, a flicker of the spirit that had always defined him. "Lan Zhan..." he rasped, his voice barely audible yet impossibly clear. "...You came..."The sound shattered something deep inside Wangji. It was so faint, so fragile, yet it hit harder than any blow."We're here," Wen Qing said, her voice firm despite the emotion shaking her. Her eyes darted between Wei Ying and Wen Ning, her resolve flickering but unbroken. "We're going to get you out, Wei Ying. Both of you. I promise."Wei Ying's lips quirked again, his attempt at a smile bittersweet. "You'd better hurry..." His voice was hoarse, his words fragmented by exhaustion. "Odin's hospitality... leaves much to be desired..." He let out a raspy laugh, weak but defiant. "And his wine? Terrible. Bring... better wine with you... I think I'll need it."Even in the depths of torment, Wei Ying tried to find humor. The fragile joke cut deeper than words. Wangji's fists clenched tighter, trembling with the effort it took to keep the storm at bay.The dam he had built around his fury cracked. Then shattered. Rage surged like an inferno, wild and uncontrollable. The beast within him roared to life, thrashing violently against its chains. His chest burned as if fire coursed through his veins, and his pulse thundered in his ears. The air grew heavy, crackling with barely contained energy. His grip on control was slipping, and he could feel the beast looming, ready to be unleashed."Lan Zhan..." Wei Ying's whisper reached him again, faint and fading. His head dipped forward, the flicker of his spirit dimming. His fragile humor extinguished as his body sagged against the cold stone wall.The Veil began to waver. The image flickered, the connection weakening as if the fragile thread linking them to Wei Ying and Wen Ning was fraying. Wei Ying's form blurred, his haunting smile lingering even as the light dimmed.Panic surged in Wen Qing. She stepped forward abruptly, her hands reaching for the Veil. "No, no, no—don't fade, don't fade!" Her voice cracked, trembling with desperation. She pressed her palms to the Veil, channeling her spiritual energy into it. "Stay with us! Please, stay with us!"The Veil pulsed once more, then dimmed again, leaving only shadows."Stop," Wangji commanded sharply, his voice slicing through the panic building in the room. He reached out, his hand closing around Wen Qing's wrist firmly."Let me go!" Wen Qing cried, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her face. She struggled against his hold, desperate to get closer to the Veil. "I have to see them! If I don't—""You'll hurt yourself," Wangji interrupted, his tone calm but unwavering. "The Veil draws on spiritual energy to sustain the connection. It means they're too weak to maintain it if it's dark. Pushing it further will only make things worse for them—and for you."Wen Qing froze, her body going limp in his grasp. Her fight faded as the reality of his words sank in. Her hands fell helplessly to her sides. "Wen Ning... Wei Ying..." Her voice cracked, raw with grief, as she turned away. Trembling, she wiped at her face, but it did little to stop the tears. Her breath came in uneven bursts, the weight of the moment pressing down on her.Wangji let her go, his eyes never leaving the now-dark surface of the Veil. It seemed almost mocking, the empty, lifeless glow where there should have been something more. "They're alive," he said quietly, his voice steady despite the tension coiling inside him. "That's all that matters right now. They're alive. We rest tonight. Tomorrow... we act. Just a few more hours."Wen Qing turned toward him, her expression a mix of fear and confusion. "What have they done to them?" she demanded, her voice trembling. "Have you seen them, Wangji? They looked like they were barely holding on. How will they survive even a few more hours? What if they don't?"Her words struck Wangji like a physical blow. His fists clenched at his sides, his body tense, coiling with the anger that had been simmering in him. The air around him seemed to grow heavier, charged with an energy he couldn't contain.Without warning, the nearest lamp exploded with a deafening crack, glass shards flying across the room. Wen Qing flinched, instinctively raising her arms to shield herself from the sharp debris. Her heart raced, the sudden violence of the moment pulling her attention away from her grief."Lan Wangji!" she snapped, her voice sharp. "You're supposed to be weakened. If Odin senses your power, he'll know something's wrong. All our plans—everything we've worked for—will be ruined. Do you understand that?"Her words shattered through Wangji's rising fury. He stood frozen, his breath coming in ragged bursts as his chest tightened painfully. Slowly, his body began to relax, his clenched fists uncurling with a visible effort. He took in a slow, measured breath, fighting to regain control over the storm inside him.The beast within him still raged, clawing at the edges of his mind, still demanding to be let loose. It was a force he could feel—a powerful, seething presence, one he had worked tirelessly to suppress. His whole body burned as though his veins had been filled with molten fire, and every breath felt like it came from a deep, cavernous place. His vision narrowed, a shadow creeping at the edges of his sight.But he held it back. He had no choice."I know," he said through gritted teeth, his voice rough with the effort it took to stay calm. "But seeing him like that... Seeing Wen Ning like that..." His words faltered, and he shook his head as the ache inside him became almost too much to bear. "They did this to him. To Wen Ning. Odin will answer for it. I swear it."Wen Qing steadied herself, her own hands still trembling as she faced the dark Veil. She took a deep breath, letting the words settle, though the sorrow in her chest remained, a cold weight. "And we'll make him pay," she said, her voice quieter now but filled with a resolute finality. "But they need us. Now more than ever. We have to stay strong—or we'll lose them for good."The room fell silent, the air thick with shared grief and the heavy burden of what was yet to come. The Veil loomed dark, a reminder of the fragile thread that connected them to Wei Ying and Wen Ning, and yet now it was slipping away.Wangji turned his gaze to the window, where the first faint glimmer of dawn touched the horizon. His hands tightened once more, but this time, the fire inside him felt different. Controlled. Focused. The beast within him stirred again, but this time, he didn't push it away. Instead, he accepted it, knowing that he would need every ounce of that rage to face what was to come.Odin would pay. The weight of Wangji's wrath would be felt—and it would be absolute.--- The air in the room felt heavy and oppressive as if the silence itself had settled in for the past hour. Wangji and Wen Qing sat across from the Veil, both silent, their gazes locked on its dark, still surface. Time seemed to slow, marked only by the faint ticking of the clock in the background, though neither of them seemed to notice it.Wen Qing sat rigidly, her hands clenched in her lap, the whiteness of her knuckles betraying the pressure of her grip. Beside her, Wangji sat like a statue, his posture unwavering, his eyes hard and unblinking. Every inch of his body was taut with suppressed energy as if he was holding himself together by sheer force of will.Just as Wen Qing opened her mouth to suggest returning to her duties, a faint shimmer passed through the Veil. Both of them reacted instantly, leaning forward in unison. Wen Qing nearly slipped off the edge of the sofa in her haste.The shimmer rippled, deepened, and grew stronger as if the Veil itself were being disturbed by an unseen force. Slowly, the shape of a figure began to take form, its features emerging from the mist. It was Wen Ning, his shoulders slumped, his head hanging low, and his eyes barely open. Still, he was alive, and his lips moved faintly, struggling to form words."A-Ning!" Wen Qing exclaimed, leaping to her feet. Her voice cracked with a mixture of relief and raw emotion. "Can you hear me? It's Jiejie!"Wen Ning stirred weakly, lifting his head just enough to focus on her. His voice was barely a rasp. "Jiejie..." he croaked."I'm here," she replied, her voice steady, pressing her hands against the Veil. "We're going to get you out. I promise. Just hold on a little longer."Wangji stood without a word, moving to her side. His sharp gaze scanned Wen Ning's fragile form, taking in every detail: the cracks in his skin, the tattered remnants of his robes, the faint flickers of spiritual energy that barely clung to him."You have to get Wei-ge out..." Wen Ning's voice was weak, each word a struggle. "He won't last much longer. He didn't want me to tell you, but... it's bad. Worse than he's letting on..."Wen Qing's expression hardened, though her voice remained controlled. "What's happening to him, A-Ning? What has Odin done?"Wen Ning's breaths came shallow, his chest rising and falling with effort. "He... refuses to give in. No matter how far Odin pushes him. No matter how much pain he's in. Wei-ge keeps fighting." His dull eyes flickered with the faintest trace of emotion. "But it's wearing him down. Odin... he likes to break things slowly. Piece by piece."Wen Qing's jaw tightened. "What does that mean? What exactly has he done to you both?"Wangji's voice sliced through the tension, cool and commanding. "Explain Odin's methods. All of them."Wen Ning swallowed hard, his face contorting with pain, and then he spoke, each word dragging from him like it was a weight. "It's not just physical..." he started, voice cracking. "He's toying with Wei-ge's mind. Showing him things that aren't real. Making him relive his worst memories... twisting them. It's cruel." He paused, his hands curling weakly as if trying to hold onto the last bit of strength. "And when that's not enough..." His voice faltered. "He forces us to fight. To fight his soldiers... even when Wei-ge's injured. And when he refuses..." Wen Ning's breath caught. "Punishments come. Chains. Beatings. His spear—he uses it to burn wounds closed with magic, so they never heal unless Odin heals them himself. And then... he forces him to fight again."Wen Qing's face paled, and she shook her head, disbelieving. "No... No, he can't—"Wangji's fists trembled, his body rigid with fury. The temperature in the room seemed to drop as his anger, tightly held in check, threatened to break free. He took a slow, measured breath, forcing himself to regain control, to push the beast within him back into its cage. Not now he thought, trying to calm himself."Why does Odin see Wei Ying as such a threat?" Wen Qing asked, her voice softer now, the words tight with restraint."Because Wei-ge's power is like nothing he's ever encountered," Wen Ning replied. "He's afraid of him—of what he could become if he's free. Odin wants to break him... or destroy him completely. I overheard him telling Su She that before imprisoning me." His dull gaze shifted to Wangji. "But Wei-ge's still holding on. For you. He knows you'll come for him."Wangji's jaw clenched, the fury simmering beneath the surface, but his voice stayed calm. "And you?" he asked again, his words deliberate. "What has he done to you?"Wen Ning's faint, hollow laugh echoed again. "I'm just a tool to him. He uses me to control Wei-ge. Threatens to hurt me if Wei-ge doesn't comply. And when Wei-ge can't fight anymore... he takes his anger out on me instead."Wangji's silence deepened, colder than any response. His piercing gaze remained fixed on Wen Ning, the weight of his words sinking in."And Wei Ying now?" Wangji pressed once more, "Where is he?"Wen Ning lowered his head, the shadows in his expression deepening. "He's... unconscious. The last punishment..." His voice cracked again. "It was bad this time. Odin wanted to see how far he could push him. But Wei-ge still never breaks. Never gives in."Wen Ning gave a faint, resigned nod, his image flickering with weakness. "I'll do what I can to shield him... but my strength is fading. I don't know how much longer I can...""You've done enough, A-Ning," Wen Qing interrupted softly, her voice full of determination. "Just focus on keeping him alive. We're coming for both of you."Wen Ning's pale form turned toward her, and for a moment, his lips curved into a weak, apologetic smile. "I'll hold on... but please... don't take too long."Wangji's voice was steady but quiet. "I will come for you both. No matter the cost."The Veil shimmered one last time before fading to darkness, and the room was thick with silence.Wangji stood still, his eyes fixed on the place where the Veil had vanished. His hands trembled slightly, betraying the fire that burned inside him."They're alive," Wen Qing said finally, breaking the silence. "That's what matters."Wangji glanced toward her, his voice low. "I already said that earlier."Her lips twitched faintly, a small attempt at a smile, though her tone remained serious. "I know. 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The plan was in motion. The moon hung low behind a veil of thick clouds, casting Odin's fortress in an oppressive shroud of darkness. The air was tense as Wangji slipped soundlessly through the stronghold's winding corridors. Around his neck hung Wen Qing's artifact, a small charm pulsing faintly with light. Its enchantment cloaked him in obscurity, shielding him from the watchful eyes of guards and the intricate traps laced into the walls. Every second counted—Wen Qing's spiritual energy fueled the artifact, and he knew the strain would be immense.Wangji moved with the precision of a blade, his robes whispering against the cold stone as he navigated the labyrinthine passages. Each measured step brought him closer to the prison where Wei Ying and Wen Ning were confined. The weight of Bichen, securely strapped to his back, was a constant reassurance—silent, deadly, and steadfast.The objective was clear: infiltrating unseen, freeing Wei Ying and Wen Ning, and retreating to safety. Afterward, he would return to face Odin. Hidden within his robes were vials of spiritual energy replenisher, their sharp contents ready to revive the boys should the need arise.The fortress was as complex as Wen Qing had described, a maze designed to disorient intruders. Yet, her intelligence had been precise. Wangji slipped past a pair of patrolling guards, their armor glinting faintly in the dim torchlight. He pressed himself into the shadows, holding his breath as they passed, oblivious to his presence.The artifact around his neck pulsed again, a subtle but insistent reminder of its limitations. Wen Qing's voice echoed in his mind, firm and measured: "The charm will shield you, but it has its limits. Conserve your strength. Save it for when it truly matters."His hands tightened into fists. I will not fail this mission. I must not he thought At last, the prison loomed before him. A massive iron door, bound in runes that shimmered faintly in the gloom, marked its entrance. The air here was oppressive, heavy with a malevolent energy that seemed to seep into his skin. The faint glow of braziers cast flickering shadows across the stone floor. Wangji's heart clenched as a muffled groan reached his ears, faint but unmistakable.
Wei Ying.
He approached with painstaking care, his fingers brushing against the cold surface of the door. He could feel the vibrations of power in the runes, a silent warning to any who dared disturb the prison. His breath steadied, his focus sharpening.But before he could act, a voice—sharp and cruel—pierced the silence."You think you can keep this up?" Odin's tone was laced with mockery, each word deliberate and cutting. "Even now, you cling to defiance as if it has any value. Foolish boy. Didn't I warn you to vanish when you had the chance?"Wangji froze, his pulse thundering in his ears. Pressing closer to the narrow gap in the door, he peered inside, his heart sinking at the sight before him.Wei Ying knelt on the cold stone floor, his arms suspended above his head by glowing chains of golden energy. His head hung low, hair matted with blood and sweat, while shallow, labored breaths wracked his battered frame. Bruises and fresh cuts marred his skin, and crimson droplets formed a steady rhythm as they fell to the ground.Odin towered over him, his presence suffused with cold triumph. Gungnir's faint glow illuminated the cell, the spear's tip still trailing wisps of smoke from its last strike."Still holding on, are you?" Odin mused, his tone almost conversational. He crouched slightly, meeting Wei Ying's gaze with a smirk. "Clinging to scraps of rebellion like they'll save you. But it's pointless. Everyone breaks eventually."Wei Ying said nothing. Though his body trembled from pain, there was a flicker of defiance in his eyes that refused to die.Odin's smirk deepened, his amusement carrying a chilling edge. "No matter," he said, rising to his full height. "Time is on my side." His gaze flicked to the guard stationed at the door, his command swift and unfeeling. "Watch him. If he so much as breaths wrong, remind him who holds his leash."With that, Odin turned, "Keep him alive," he called back over his shoulder to the guard. "But make sure he remembers what happens if he dares to hope." His heavy steps echoed as he strode toward the cell's exit. His face betrayed no remorse, only cold certainty in his power.Wangji pressed himself deeper into the shadows, his body still as stone. The artifact around his neck pulsed once more, masking him as Odin's boots struck the stone corridor with deliberate weight.The sound of his footsteps receded into the distance, each echoes fainter than the last. Only when silence reclaimed the corridor did Wangji allow himself a slow, measured breath.Inside the cell, a new sound reached his ears—metal boots clanging against the stone floor. A brute of a guard, clad in dark armor, stepped into view. His massive frame loomed over Wei Ying's limp form, his expression one of cold detachment. As he advanced, Wangji's hand drifted toward Bichen."Well, aren't you a sorry sight?" the guard sneered, crouching beside Wen Ning. The young corpse lay slumped against the wall, his breathing faint but steady. The guard nudged him roughly with his boot, then unleashed a crackling burst of dark magic. Wen Ning crumpled further, utterly still.Wangji's fingers curled tighter around Bichen's hilt, the faint hum of its power resonating beneath his grip. He steadied his breathing, his presence cloaked in silence.The guard straightened, his attention shifting back to Wei Ying. A cruel grin spread across his face as he approached. Leaning close, he let his mocking gaze linger on Wei Ying's battered form."Not so tough now, are you?" he jeered, his voice thick with disdain. "A broken dog pretending to bite. I wonder why Odin's so obsessed with you. Must be something worth taking..." His grin widened, leering. "Maybe I'll find out for myself."He reached out, fingers hovering near Wei Ying's face, the gesture dripping with mockery and malice. Wei Ying flinched, the movement faint, his body too weak to pull away.The guard's hand never reached its target.A sudden blur of motion.Wangji struck.Bichen sang as it unsheathed, its blade gleaming in the dim light. The strike was swift and precise, slicing clean through the guard's wrist. His severed hand hit the floor with a sickening thud, followed by a spray of crimson that painted the walls.The guard stumbled back, clutching his bleeding stump, his face contorted in agony."You—" he choked out, his voice thick with disbelief and pain.Wangji gave no quarter. With one fluid motion, he drove the flat of his blade into the guard's chest, sending him sprawling onto the cold stone. Before the man could recover, Wangji advanced, his movements as precise as they were merciless. Bichen flashed once more, the blade cutting clean through the guard's throat.Silence fell.The guard's lifeless body slumped to the ground, his face frozen in terror. Wangji spared him not a glance, his focus already shifting.He turned to Wei Ying, his sharp gaze softening at the sight of the trembling figure before him. Kneeling, he let his eyes sweep over the bruises, cuts, and lingering traces of malevolent energy that marred Wei Ying's pale skin."Wei Ying," Wangji murmured, his voice low but steady.A faint stir. Wei Ying's head lifted weakly, his bloodshot eyes struggling to focus. His lips parted, and he rasped a single, broken whisper. "Lan... Zhan?"The sound tightened Wangji's chest. "It's me," he said softly.Reaching for the glowing chains that bound Wei Ying's wrists, Wangji drew Bichen once more. With a single, measured strike, he severed the chains. The golden bindings shattered, clattering to the ground in a shower of sparks. Wei Ying collapsed forward, and Wangji caught him, cradling him gently."I'm here," Wangji murmured, his tone unwavering. "I've come to take you home."Wei Ying's lips quirked faintly, his exhaustion too great for words. "You shouldn't... be here," he managed to rasp, his voice barely audible."I came for you," Wangji replied firmly, the finality in his voice leaving no room for argument. "You are not staying here another moment."Wei Ying's eyes fluttered shut, his body slackening against Wangji's hold. A faint, broken smile lingered on his lips.Shifting his focus, Wangji turned to Wen Ning, who lay motionless against the wall. From his robes, he retrieved a vial of spiritual energy replenisher. Supporting Wei Ying with one arm, he moved to Wen Ning's side and carefully tipped the vial to the young corpse's lips. The liquid trickled in slow, deliberate glugs.A faint glow began to ripple through Wen Ning's still form, his breath evening out as the replenisher took effect. His fingers twitched, the first sign of returning strength. Satisfied, Wangji lingered briefly, ensuring the restoration had begun, before turning his attention back to Wei Ying.Carefully, he lowered Wei Ying into a more stable position. From his robes, Wangji retrieved another vial and brought it to Wei Ying's lips."Drink," he said gently, tilting the vial in small, controlled increments.Wei Ying's throat worked weakly, his lips parting just enough to take in the liquid. Wangji's free hand pressed lightly against Wei Ying's wrist, monitoring the faint but steady pulse beneath his fingertips.When the vial was empty, Wangji set it aside. Placing a hand against Wei Ying's chest, he closed his eyes and began transferring a controlled stream of his spiritual energy. The flow was measured, careful not to overwhelm Wei Ying's fragile state.A flicker of movement drew Wangji's gaze. He looked to see Wen Ning's eyelids fluttering open, golden eyes dim but alive."Hanguang-Jun..." Wen Ning's voice was faint but carried a note of relief."You're awake," Wangji said quietly, his expression calm but intent. "How do you feel?""I... can move," Wen Ning replied, his voice stronger now. He pushed himself upright, though his movements were still slow and deliberate.Wangji nodded once in acknowledgment before refocusing on Wei Ying. Shifting his hold, he lifted Wei Ying into his arms, cradling him with care. The weight was nothing to him; his resolve made it light.As Wangji rose to his full height, Wei Ying stirred faintly, his lashes fluttering as his eyes cracked open. For a fleeting moment, their gazes met, and a fragile spark of recognition lit in Wei Ying's tired eyes."Lan Zhan..." Wei Ying whispered again, his voice barely audible."Rest," Wangji murmured, his voice soft but commanding. "I have you."Wangji glanced at Wen Ning, who had risen shakily to his feet. "Can you walk?" he asked."Yes," Wen Ning replied, his tone firm despite his still-recovering state."Good. Stay close to me," Wangji instructed, his tone calm but firm.With Wei Ying secure in his arms and Wen Ning following close behind, Wangji moved toward the exit. Each step was purposeful, his senses tuned to any sound or movement that might signal danger. Time was against them. The talisman pinned to Wangji's robes pulsed faster now, its glow flickering with urgency, a silent warning that its protective effect was nearing its limit. He tightened his hold on Wei Ying and cast a glance toward Wen Ning, who followed close behind. They needed to move faster, yet every step demanded caution.The hallway ahead stretched long and foreboding, dimly lit by flickering sconces. Shadows danced along the walls, cast by the faint, guttering flames. The only sound was the muffled shuffle of Wen Ning's careful steps behind him.Then came the sharp metallic click.Wangji froze, his breath stilling as his keen ears caught the faint clinking of armor—a sound unmistakable in its implication. Soldiers.His reaction was immediate. Reaching behind him, he gripped Wen Ning's wrist and pulled him firmly into a nearby room. The door creaked faintly as it closed behind them, and Wangji moved with deliberate care, cradling Wei Ying closer to his chest to prevent even the softest noise.The room was steeped in darkness, the air thick and still. Outside, the sounds of boots and voices grew louder, reverberating through the corridor."Keep an eye on the northern sector," one voice ordered, sharp and clipped."Understood," another replied. "Lord Odin has commanded that no one gets in—or out."The soldiers' footsteps passed, a steady rhythm of metal against stone. Wangji held his position, unmoving, his breath barely audible. He didn't release Wen Ning's wrist until the sounds faded entirely, leaving only the faint, irregular hum of the talisman as it pulsed against his chest."We'll wait a moment," Wangji murmured, his voice barely a whisper. "To ensure they're gone."Wen Ning nodded, his golden eyes faintly glowinh in the dimness, alert and watchful. Bichen's hilt remained steady in Wangji's grip, poised to be drawn in an instant.The silence outside stretched thin, the air taut with the tension of what might come next. The talisman's pulses grew more erratic. Finally, satisfied that the soldiers had moved out of range, Wangji gestured to Wen Ning. "Let's go."They slipped back into the corridor, moving faster now. Their steps were quicker now, urgency driving them forward as the talisman's pulsing glow grew weaker with every moment. The air seemed to tighten around them, the weight of danger pressing in as they moved closer to the exit.Suddenly, a sharp shout echoed from behind them, breaking the silence."What happened here?!"Another shout followed, louder and tinged with panic. "THE PRISONERS HAVE FLED!"The ripple of tension was instantaneous. Wangji's sharp gaze flicked over his shoulder. Though his expression remained composed, his grip on Bichen tightened."They've discovered us," he said softly, his tone devoid of fear, only certainty.Wen Ning's golden eyes flared with determination as he stepped closer. "What should we do, Hanguang-Jun?""Move faster," Wangji instructed firmly, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. "We must reach the exit before they intercept us."Without another word, they quickened their pace. Behind them, the echoes of boots and shouted orders grew louder, closing in like a storm.The exit was near—just a few more turns.Wen Ning moved ahead slightly, his steps silent yet purposeful, ready to shield them if needed. Wangji remained close behind.The shouts behind them grew louder, the metallic clang of armor and hurried boots echoing closer. They were running out of time.As they rounded the final corner, Wangji's sharp eyes caught movement ahead. Two soldiers stepped into view, their weapons drawn and expressions grim."Stop right there!" one of them barked, raising his sword.The second soldier sneered, shifting into a defensive stance. "You're not going anywhere."Wen Ning growled softly, his golden eyes narrowing as he moved forward instinctively, but Wangji's quiet voice halted him."Stay back, Wen Ning. Guard the rear."Wen Ning hesitated, then turned, positioning himself to face any pursuers from the corridor they'd just left. Wangji shifted Wei Ying in his arms, adjusting his hold as he stepped forward, his focus zeroed in on the two guards blocking their path.The soldiers exchanged glances, their confidence evident as they sized him up. One laughed a harsh sound that echoed in the narrow space."You think you can fight us while carrying him?" The soldier gestured toward Wei Ying with a tilt of his blade. "You'll be dead before you even draw your sword."Wangji didn't answer. His silence was cold, deliberate.Then, with the swiftness of a striking serpent, Wangji moved.In a blur, Bichen unsheathed, its blade cutting through the air with a resounding hum.The first soldier barely had time to raise his weapon before Wangji struck. Bichen's edge sliced cleanly through his defenses. Blood spattered against the cold stone walls as the soldier collapsed, his body crumpling into a lifeless heap.The second soldier wasted no time. He lunged, aiming a savage blow at Wei Ying. Wangji spun sharply, twisting his body to shield Wei Ying. The blade narrowly missed them, but the force of the attack rattled the air. With a quick flick of his wrist, Wangji deflected the follow-up strike, the clash of metal ringing in the narrow space.Wei Ying stirred faintly in his arms, his head resting against Wangji's shoulder. He could feel the faint rise and fall of Wei Ying's breath, grounding him amidst the chaos.The first soldier recovered, grabbing a dagger from his belt and lunging low. Wangji adjusted his grip on Wei Ying, lifting him slightly higher to free his left leg. He delivered a sharp kick to the soldier's wrist, disarming him again before following with a precise slash of Bichen that sent the man crashing to the ground, unconscious.The second soldier, now enraged, charged forward, his strikes growing more frantic but no less powerful. Wangji sidestepped the wild onslaught with serene precision, each movement controlled despite the burden in his arms. He parried a heavy blow, the force of it driving him back a step. But before the soldier could press his advantage, Wangji twisted his blade, locking the soldier's weapon in place.With a surge of strength, Wangji broke the lock and stepped into the opening. His blade struck once more—this time, the gleam of Bichen cutting cleanly through the soldier's armor. The man crumpled to the ground with a strangled groan, his weapon slipping from his hand as he fell into stillness.The corridor fell silent once more, save for the distant cries of reinforcements, their approach quickening with each passing moment.Wangji wasted no time. His arms tightened around Wei Ying, ensuring his hold was secure, and then he turned to Wen Ning."Go," he commanded, his voice unwavering.Wen Ning nodded sharply, his posture tense as they moved swiftly toward the exit. The faint glimmer of open-air shimmered just ahead, the promise of freedom so close it almost felt tangible.Wangji stepped out first, the cool night air brushing against his skin, crisp and sharp with the scent of pine. Wen Ning followed closely, his eyes scanning the treeline as they moved. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, they were outside the suffocating walls of the prison.But the relief was fleeting.The air shifted—subtle, but thick with an unmistakable tension.It wasn't the reinforcements—they were still too far away. This presence was something different. Something deliberate.Wangji froze mid-step, his senses alert. His sharp gaze swept across the treeline, muscles coiled in preparation. Wen Ning's fists clenched at his sides as he too scanned the darkness, his golden eyes glowing faintly with readiness.Then, from the shadows, a figure emerged.He moved with an unsettling calm—as though he had been waiting for them all along. The glint of a weapon hung at his side, but his hands were open, deliberately empty."Leaving so soon?" The voice that broke the silence was soft, yet it carried a cutting edge, each word seeming to slice through the air.Wangji shifted Wei Ying slightly in his arms, his grip on Bichen tightening as his gaze hardened. His stance was steady, and calm but prepared. "Who are you?"The figure did not answer the question. Instead, their gaze lingered briefly on Wei Ying before flicking to Wen Ning. A cold, unreadable smile touched their lips."You've caused quite a mess," the figure mused, their tone laced with something darker. "And now you're running. But you won't get far."Wen Ning stepped forward, his voice low and steady. "Are you with them?"The figure chuckled softly, a sound that was more mockery than amusement. "If I were, do you think I'd be speaking with you?""Then why are you here?" Wangji pressed, his tone sharpening, growing colder.The figure tilted his head slightly, a trace of amusement flickering in his eyes before it was swiftly replaced by something far more dangerous. "Let's just say... I have an interest in your escape." He paused, the shadows deepening around him as his expression darkened. "But whether you live long enough to use it is entirely up to you."The sound of reinforcements, now much closer, rang in the distance. The rhythmic clatter of armor and the sharp, barked orders of soldiers sliced through the night.The figure's hand moved subtly toward their weapon, the faintest glint of steel catching the moonlight. "They're coming," he said, his voice laced with a quiet urgency. "I suggest you decide quickly whether to trust me... or fight me."The tension in the air thickened, as sharp and brittle as the moonlight itself. Wangji's grip on Bichen tightened, his gaze never wavering from the figure before him. Wei Ying, motionless in his arms, seemed unaware of the shifting danger, but Wangji could feel the weight of it pressing against them.The sound of approaching footsteps grew louder with every passing moment, the soldiers' shouts reverberating through the still night air. There was no more time to waste."Well?" The figure's voice was cool, yet laced with challenge. "What's it going to be?"
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Wangji stayed silent, his expression carved from stone."Speak plainly," he said, his voice sharp and unyielding. "What do you want?"The figure tilted his head, as though the question amused him. "What I want is irrelevant. The real question is whether you want to survive the night. I can ensure that... if you let me."Wen Ning took a step forward, his stance protective, his voice low. "How do we know you're not leading us into a trap?"The figure's lips curved into a faint, humorless smile. "You don't. But those soldiers rounding the corner?" He gestured toward the dimly lit corridor behind them. "They'll kill you without hesitation. You can decide how to spend your next thirty seconds."The unmistakable clatter of boots against stone grew louder, pressing against the edge of indecision. Wangji's jaw tightened."Clear the path," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.The figure's smile deepened, revealing a glint of something wild in his eyes. "As you wish."In a single, fluid motion, he unsheathed his weapon. It shimmered unnaturally as if the moonlight bent itself around the blade. Wangji's gaze flickered to it, his sharp mind analyzing, but its form remained elusive, cloaked in a veil of illusion."A spell," Wangji murmured, the thought barely audible over the growing tension.There was no time to dwell. The soldiers surged into view, weapons raised. The figure moved before anyone else could react, a blur of precision and lethality.His blade struck with impossible speed, ruthlessly cutting through the first wave of attackers. Sparks lit the air as steel clashed against steel. Every movement of the figure was purposeful, unrelenting, as though the blade was an extension of his will.Wen Ning shifted uneasily at the spectacle, his fingers curling into fists, but Wangji focused on Wei Ying. Cradling him closer, he turned to Wen Ning. "We move. Now."Wen Ning nodded, his steps falling in line as they slipped past the chaos. The sound of battle raged behind them, but Wangji never glanced back. His attention was fixed on Wei Ying's shallow, uneven breaths and the unyielding path ahead.They burst into the open air, the stars above offering little solace against the weight pressing down on them. But just as they reached the clearing's edge, the figure emerged from the shadows again, their presence unnervingly calm.Wangji froze mid-step. His mind raced. He had left him behind in the corridor, locked in combat with the reinforcements. How had he gotten here so quickly?The figure's cloak hung in tatters, dark stains streaking their hands. Whether it was his own blood or someone else's was impossible to tell. He exuded an eerie composure, his breaths steady despite the carnage they'd just unleashed."Not bad," the figure remarked, his tone almost conversational, as if he hadn't just fought through a corridor of armed soldiers. "They're skilled fighters." His blade slid back into its scabbard with a faint hum, the sound unsettling in its finality. "But this isn't over. They'll send more."Wangji's grip on Bichen remained steady, his gaze cold and unyielding. "Who are you?" he demanded, his voice sharp and unwavering. "How did you catch up so fast?"The figure's lips curved into a cryptic smile, his eyes glinting with something unreadable. "Someone who just saved your life," he replied smoothly. "You'll find out the rest soon enough. For now, let's move. Your little friend there doesn't have time to waste."Wangji's hand tightened around Bichen, suspicion flickering in his eyes. He didn't trust this stranger—not for a moment—but the weight of Wei Ying in his arms, pale and barely breathing, left him little choice."Lead the way," Wangji said, his tone hard and resolute.The figure inclined his head, satisfaction flickering across his expression, and turned into the shadows with a silent, fluid motion. Wangji followed, adjusting Wei Ying's limp form, his mind a storm of doubts and calculations. Behind him, Wen Ning moved in step, his eyes scanning their surroundings, every shadow a potential threat.The path twisted through dense forest, the canopy above swallowing most of the moonlight. The figure moved with unnerving confidence as if he had memorized every root and turn. Wangji's gaze never left his back, his mind churning with questions, but he remained silent, focusing instead on the steady rhythm of Wei Ying's faint breathing.After what felt like an eternity, the trees parted, revealing a massive estate that loomed like a vision from another world. Its towering columns and intricately carved facades shimmered faintly, as though the stone itself held a divine energy. Statues of gods and mythical beasts lined the path, their eyes seeming to follow the group with an unnerving awareness.Wangji's steps faltered slightly as they approached the enormous wooden doors. The figure placed a hand on them, and they parted soundlessly, revealing an interior that took Wangji's breath away.The grand hall stretched endlessly, its vaulted ceilings adorned with golden chandeliers and murals depicting battles and celestial events. The air was thick with incense.The figure moved without hesitation, leading them through labyrinthine corridors filled with relics—blades, armor, and artifacts that seemed to hum with dormant power. Wangji couldn't help but glance at them, each object radiating a story untold, a history that felt impossibly vast.Finally, they entered a room that eclipsed all the splendor they'd seen before. The walls were adorned with celestial murals, each stroke alive with light and motion, while the polished marble floors reflected the faint glow of ethereal flames flickering in sconces. At the center of the room stood an ornate bed draped in silks and velvet that shimmered like the heavens.Standing at the foot of the bed was a woman Wangji instantly recognized. Wen Qing. Her dark hair fell in soft waves, and her eyes immediately locked on Wei Ying with a mix of relief and urgency."Wen Qing," Wangji said, his voice softening, but she barely acknowledged him. Her gaze shifted to the figure who had brought them here, and in an instant, she fell to one knee, bowing deeply."Lord Vali," she said, her voice steady but reverent.Wangji's breath caught. Vali. The name whispered through his mind, dredging up fragments of half-forgotten stories. Vali, Odin's brother. The god who had vanished—presumed dead."Rise, Wen Qing," Vali said gently. His voice carried a quiet strength, an authority that commanded without crushing. "There's no need for such formality. I am not Odin."She rose but kept her head slightly bowed, her respect evident in every movement. The unspoken connection between them was palpable, as though they shared a history that went far beyond mere loyalty.Wangji's gaze hardened, his thoughts racing. The man standing before him wasn't like Odin. He radiated a power that was less oppressive, yet no less immense. It was ancient, primal—a force of nature rather than dominion.Vali turned to Wangji, his expression softening. "Lan Wangji," he said, his tone both gentle and firm, "lay Wei Ying down here. He needs rest and care."For a moment, Wangji hesitated. His instincts screamed caution, but the weight of Wei Ying in his arms and the exhaustion in his own body left little room for argument. Carefully, he stepped forward,and with utmost care, laid Wei Ying down on the bed. The soft rustling of the silken sheets was the only sound in the room as he adjusted Wei Ying's position, ensuring he was as comfortable as possible. His movements were precise, almost reverent, as if afraid to disturb the fragile balance keeping Wei Ying tethered to life. The softness of the fabric seemed almost unnatural, cradling Wei Ying's form as if it had been designed for this moment.As Wangji straightened, Vali studied him with a piercing gaze. "You don't trust me," Vali said, a faint trace of amusement in his voice. "That's good. It will serve you well."Wangji met his gaze evenly. "Trust must be earned."Vali inclined his head in acknowledgment, the faintest flicker of approval in his eyes. "And so it shall be. But for now, rest. The battles ahead will test you in ways you cannot yet imagine."The room fell into a tense silence, the weight of unspoken truths hanging heavily in the air. Wangji's mind churned, but his gaze drifted to Wei Ying, whose breaths were finally steadying.Across the room, Wen Qing was already tending to Wen Ning, her hands deftly applying herbs and ointments to his wounds. The faint scent of crushed leaves and medicinal creams filled the air, mingling with the room's lingering incense. Wen Qing moved with the precision of someone who had done this countless times, her focus unwavering.Once she finished with Wen Ning, she turned her attention to Wei Ying. Kneeling beside the bed, her hands hovered briefly over his injuries, her brow furrowed in concentration. She began to work with a quiet intensity, cleaning cuts, applying salves, and stitching what needed mending. Each movement was careful and deliberate.Wangji stood close, his gaze fixed on Wei Ying's pale face. The room was steeped in a heavy silence, broken only by the faint clink of vials and the rustle of fabric. His mind churned, replaying the events that had led them here. The figure of Lord Vali lingered in his thoughts—his sudden intervention, his cryptic words, and the power he wielded so effortlessly.The silence was interrupted by Vali himself, his voice low and resonant. "You've done something extraordinary today, Lan Wangji. I owe you a debt of gratitude. Without your courage, Wei Ying would have been lost."Wangji's eyes didn't waver from Wei Ying as he responded, his tone quiet but resolute. "I did only what I must. I will always protect him."Vali's expression softened, though his words carried the weight of something far greater. "Your loyalty is rare, and it's clear why Wei Ying is drawn to you. But understand this—what you've done today has deeper implications than you realize. Wei Ying's choices, and his defiance, have made him a target. Odin does not forgive easily."Wangji's gaze shifted to Vali, his expression sharpening. "Odin."Vali nodded, his voice darkening. "Yes. Wei Ying defied him once, long ago, and paid dearly for it. He shielded me when no one else dared. For that, Odin marked him as a traitor and a pawn to be sacrificed. What you're facing now is only the beginning."Wangji's jaw tightened, his hand instinctively brushing the hilt of Bichen. The weight of Vali's words settled heavily on his chest. He turned back to Wei Ying, taking in the faint rise and fall of his breathing. For all the strength Wei Ying possessed, he had been caught in the tides of a conflict not entirely his own.Vali's voice softened, tinged with sorrow. "But I will not let him suffer further. Not while I still stand. His loyalty to me was undeserved, and I intend to repay it."Wangji inclined his head slightly, his gratitude unspoken but clear. "Thank you, Lord Vali. For saving him."Vali met his gaze, a faint smile touching his lips. "I seek no thanks, Lan Wangji. Only justice. For him. For us all."Wen Qing finished tending to Wei Ying, straightening as she wiped her hands clean. "He'll recover," she said with quiet confidence. "I've given him a spiritual energy replenisher and a healing tonic. He'll need time, but his condition is stable. He should wake in an hour or two."Wangji nodded, a faint wave of relief washing over him. Yet the sight of Wei Ying, battered and scarred, filled him with a deep ache. Those scars—visible and invisible—were evidence of all he had endured. Wangji resolved to cherish every one of them, a testament to Wei Ying's strength, even if they would never fade."We need to leave," Wen Qing said firmly, interrupting his thoughts. She glanced at Wangji, her tone sharp but not unkind. "We can't stay here. If Odin's forces track us down, we'll be cornered."Wangji hesitated, his gaze lingering on Wei Ying. The thought of leaving him, even for a moment, sent a surge of protectiveness through him. "He is vulnerable. He needs protection. I'll stay."Wen Qing's eyes flashed with irritation as she stepped toward him. "You can't stay. Are you out of your mind?" Her voice rose, frustration spilling over. "Listen to me, Hanguang Jun. This battle is yours. Your plan, your idea, and your responsibility! You don't get to walk away now."Her words cut through Wangji's resolve, but she pressed on, her voice commanding and fierce. "Do you think this fight is just for you and Wei Ying? There are people out there—my family, your clan, and everyone Wei Ying cares for—risking their lives because of this. You owe it to them to lead. So pull yourself together and do what needs to be done!"The use of his title struck a chord deep within him, a reminder of his duty and the weight he bore as Hanguang Jun. Wangji lowered his head briefly, guilt simmering beneath his composed exterior. She was right. He had no right to abandon the fight now, no matter how much his heart yearned to stay.Wangji exhaled slowly, his gaze fixed on Wei Ying's pale face. "I know," he said softly, his voice carrying the weight of unspoken fears. "It was never my intention to back out. I'm just worried... the protection won't be enough. If Wei Ying's life is threatened while I'm away, I—"The words faltered, a lump forming in his throat. He couldn't finish the thought. The mere idea of harm befalling Wei Ying in his absence was unbearable, a sharp pain he couldn't reconcile.Wen Qing stepped closer, her expression firm yet empathetic. "Then that's all the more reason for you to be on the battlefield, Wangji. Do you know why?"Wangji nodded slowly, though his reluctance was palpable. He understood the truth in her words, even as his heart wavered."Because," Wen Qing continued, her tone steady but insistent, "you may be the only one powerful enough to stop Odin. He wanted to break you, to twist you into his obedient puppet. But he fears you. Out of all the clans, Cloud Recesses is the only place he's never dared to send his soldiers or his threats. That should tell you everything you need to know."Wangji's brow furrowed, her words stirring something within him. "I've thought about that," he admitted, his voice low. "But knowing it doesn't make leaving him any easier.""I know it doesn't," Wen Qing said, her gaze softening. "But staying here won't help Wei Ying. If Odin isn't stopped, there won't be a safe place left for any of us."The room seemed heavier, the truth of her words pressing down on him. Wangji glanced at Wei Ying, his soulmate's chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, though his face remained unnaturally still. Every fiber of Wangji's being urged him to stay, but he knew—deep down—that leaving was the only choice.Wen Qing reached for his arm, grounding him with her steady presence. "I'll stay. I'll finish setting the protection charms and place the guards myself. Wei Ying will be safe until you return. Trust me."He nodded, though the decision weighed heavily on him. "Thank you," he said quietly.Stepping closer to the bed, Wangji leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to Wei Ying's forehead, lingering for a moment as if to draw strength from the touch. "Rest well," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I'll return to you."Straightening, Wangji turned to Wen Qing. She gave him an encouraging nod, her strength as unwavering as her resolve. He nodded back, silently grateful for her presence.This wasn't easy for her either—he could see it in the tightness around her eyes—but she held firm, her determination steadying his own. Without another word, he turned and strode from the room, disappearing into the shadowed halls beyond.Wen Qing watched him go before turning back to Wei Ying, her hands already moving to finish her work. She glanced at his still form, her expression softening for a fleeting moment. "You're lucky to have him," she murmured, her voice quiet. Then, steeling herself, she returned to her task with practiced efficiency.-----------------------When Wangji arrived at the palace, chaos erupted around him. Soldiers clashed in brutal combat, swords flashing, screams of pain reverberating through the air. Bodies littered the ground, motionless in pools of crimson. The metallic scent of blood mingled with sweat, thick and suffocating. Without hesitation, Wangji unsheathed Bichen and stepped into the fray.He moved with precision, his strikes calculated to incapacitate rather than kill. He knew many of Odin's soldiers were simply following orders, bound by fear or duty. Yet, even as he fought, something stirred in the back of his mind—a faint, persistent whisper, just beyond reach. It gnawed at his focus. The lapse was fleeting but costly; a soldier's blade found his arm, slicing through fabric and flesh. Wangji hissed as blood bloomed across his sleeve.The white of his robes, once a symbol of purity and resolve, was now stained—his blood mingling with that of his enemies. The pristine fabric was ruined, a silent testament to the carnage around him. He pressed forward, pushing the thought away, though it lingered like an unwelcome shadow: Would he ever wear white again after this?His gaze swept the battlefield, catching flashes of Lan clan robes amidst the turmoil. His disciples fought valiantly, their movements disciplined even amidst the chaos. A spike of anxiety pierced through him—he prayed that Sizhui wasn't among them. He had made it clear: his son would not fight in this battle. Yet the worry lingered, gnawing at him like a whisper in his mind.The sensation returned, stronger this time. Subtle but invasive, it clawed at the edges of his consciousness. Something had shifted, something foreign had entered his mind. He didn't know how or when, but its presence was undeniable.Wangji gritted his teeth, forcing the thought aside. There was no time to falter.Two soldiers charged at him, swords raised high, their eyes alight with desperation and determination. 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The two soldiers charged at Wangji, their weapons gleaming in the dim light, desperation etched into every movement. They moved like men who knew their odds were slim but hoped for a miracle, their swords slicing through the air with reckless determination. Wangji remained composed, his grip on Bichen steady, his posture unwavering. The first soldier struck, a downward slash meant to cleave through him, but Wangji sidestepped effortlessly, his blade flicking out in a smooth arc to redirect the attack. The force of the deflection sent the soldier stumbling, his balance momentarily lost. The second soldier saw an opening and lunged, his blade aimed with deadly intent. Wangji pivoted sharply, evading the strike, but a miscalculated step caused the edge of the sword to graze his side. Pain flared briefly, but Wangji showed no sign of faltering. His movements were deliberate, his expression calm, as though the wound were inconsequential. The soldiers hesitated for a breath, their fear palpable. They knew who he was—not just a warrior but a legend. The Sandman, the God of the Moon, wielder of the famed Bichen. His name alone had haunted countless fireside whispers, and now, faced with the man himself, their desperation became a futile flurry of blows. They fought with the desperation of men trying to defy fate, but Wangji moved as if he already knew their defeat. He sidestepped the first soldier's strike, his blade carving a precise arc that disarmed him. The second lunged, but Wangji swept his legs out, sending him crashing to the ground. The man gasped as Bichen hovered over his chest, gleaming like moonlight. Wangji struck a pressure point, leaving him unconscious. The clatter of reinforcements echoed. More soldiers surged forward. Blood dripped from Wangji's wound—a reminder of his mortality. But his resolve was unshaken. He fought for Wei Ying, for duty. The odds didn't matter. Only the outcome did.Three soldiers charged him, weapons raised. Wangji stepped forward, moonlight glinting off Bichen as he waited for the first strike. The wide swing came fast, but he ducked under it, sweeping his leg to unbalance the attacker. As the soldier stumbled, Wangji's blade arced cleanly across his side, dropping him with a strangled cry. The second lunged with a dagger. Wangji pivoted, the blade narrowly missing him. With a sharp strike from Bichen's flat edge, he disarmed the man and sent the dagger spinning away. The soldier hesitated, stepping back—but Wangji struck the side of his neck, rendering him unconscious. The final soldier was different—quicker, sharper. His eyes burned with focus as he feinted low and followed with a powerful overhead swing. Wangji barely blocked the strike, the impact jarring his injured ribs. Blood seeped through his robes, but his resolve held firm. The soldier pressed forward, sensing weakness. Wangji sidestepped a strike and, in a single fluid motion, cut through his defenses. Bichen pierced deep into the man's shoulder. The soldier staggered, but Wangji gave no quarter. With one decisive thrust, he drove Bichen through the man's chest. The soldier fell, lifeless. Wangji stood over the fallen soldier, his chest heaving as blood seeped through his robes. His hand pressed instinctively against the wound at his side, but there was no time to address it. The battle raged on, and reinforcements were closing in. Four soldiers circled him now, their eyes calculating, their stances poised for attack. Wangji adjusted his grip on Bichen, ready to face them despite the toll on his body. He knew escape without injury was unlikely, but he would take them down. Just as he shifted to strike, a familiar melody pierced the chaos, floating above the clash of steel and shouts of war. Wangji froze, his heart lurching. That rhythm, that tune—it was unmistakable. He scanned the battlefield, searching desperately for the source. The soldiers hesitated too, their focus breaking as confusion flickered across their faces. Then, one by one, they collapsed to the ground, their weapons clattering uselessly beside them. From their fallen forms, dark shadows emerged, coiling like smoke in the air before vanishing into the void. Wangji's grip on Bichen tightened as he turned, the melody still lingering in his ears. It could only be him. The melody faded, leaving an unnatural silence in its wake. Wangji's thoughts scattered like autumn leaves in a storm. It couldn't be—he had left Wei Ying unconscious, hadn't he? Or had time slipped through his grasp in the haze of battle? His arms burned with exhaustion, yet he pressed on. To falter now was to invite death, and if he had to fall, he would make sure Odin fell with him. His eyes swept the battlefield, and a flash of red and black caught his attention. His heart skipped. Could it be? He pushed forward, cutting through a soldier to close the distance, but the figure resolved into Wen Qing. Relief mingled with urgency as he approached. "Have any of your charms been triggered?" he asked, his voice steady even as his blade struck down another foe. "No," Wen Qing replied, sidestepping a wild swing. "But did you hear the flute?" "Yes." Wangji shifted to block an incoming strike, placing himself between her and the enemy. Their eyes met briefly before he moved her aside, his blade intercepting the next attack with a sharp clang. "He's that stubborn," Wen Qing muttered, a hint of exasperation in her tone. "Hmm." Wangji's gaze remained fixed on the chaos, scanning the battlefield for a sign. "But where is he now? I can't see him," Wen Qing pressed, her voice edged with concern. Before Wangji could respond, the melody returned—stronger this time, resonating with unmistakable power. Shadows coiled and shifted in the air, dark figures materializing amidst the fray. The soldiers around them faltered, some collapsing outright as the path ahead began to clear. And then, he saw him. Emerging from the shadows, Wei Ying stood, his flute pressed to his lips, the haunting melody spilling into the night. Wangji's heart clenched, an ache of relief and disbelief flooding through him.His Wei Ying. The god of the night had returned.Wei Ying had changed out of his bloodied robes, now wearing dark clothes with his hair tied back by a red ribbon, flowing behind him like a banner. He was alive. He was beautiful. He moved through the battle with the grace of a skilled warrior, controlling the shadows with ease.Wangji's heart stopped as realization hit him like a blow to the chest—Wei Ying should not be here.His face drained of color as panic set in."I thought you would stay in a trance for hours, are you there ?," Wen Qing's voice pierced through his thoughts. "But looks like that stubborn, stupid boy decided to fight when he should've been resting."Wangji didn't respond immediately, his mind still racing. "Wei Ying is not stupid," he finally said, his voice low but firm."Right now, he is. Go take him back. I don't have time for this nonsense." Wen Qing's tone turned sharp as she turned to rejoin the others.Wangji didn't need to be told twice. His heart still pounding, he set his sights on Wei Ying and, without another word, moved forward, cutting through the battle with all the determination he could muster.When he reached Wei Ying, the flute had already gone silent. Wei Ying looked up and smiled, radiant even amidst the chaos."Lan Zhan!" Wei Ying's voice carried that familiar cheer, the one Wangji thought he might never hear again."Wei Ying," Wangji murmured, his voice thick with worry as his eyes scanned Wei Ying's face, then moved down to check for any injuries."I'm fine." Wei Ying stopped him, placing a firm yet gentle hand on Wangji's arm to still him. "Look at me, Lan Zhan."Wangji's gaze softened as he met Wei Ying's eyes. His heart ached—Wei Ying was alive, smiling. Then Wei Ying lifted a hand, cupping Wangji's cheek with a touch so light it almost felt like a dream. "My Lan Zhan," he whispered, his thumb brushing softly over Wangji's skin.The sound of his voice, the warmth of his touch—Wangji had missed them more than he could put into words."You should not be here, Wei Ying," Wangji said quietly, a mixture of admonishment and plea in his voice."No," Wei Ying replied, his smile unwavering. "I'm exactly where I should be, Lan Zhan."Before Wangji could respond, a voice pierced his thoughts, sharp and dismissive. You're on a battlefield, boy. Quit flirting—that's disgusting.Wangji's eyes widened, his head snapping to the side as he searched for the source of the cold, mocking tone. He turned left, then right, but the battlefield was a blur of chaos—soldiers locked in combat, steel clashing, bodies falling. No one was close enough to have spoken."Lan Zhan?" Wei Ying's voice pulled him back. "Are you okay?"Wangji turned to face him, his brow furrowing. "There was a voice," he began, but trailed off, unsure."What voice?" Wei Ying asked, his concern clear.Wangji couldn't explain. The voice hadn't come from the battlefield—it felt like it had spoken directly into his mind.He can't hear me. Only you can. The same cold, disembodied voice echoed again, making his chest tighten."Nothing," Wangji said finally, shaking his head to dispel the thought. He was tired, fatigued from the relentless fighting. Surely that was the explanation.But Wei Ying's gaze lingered on him, his brow furrowed with concern.Wei Ying's worried gaze lingered on Wangji, but the battlefield demanded their focus. "Stay close," Wangji said firmly, his voice steady despite the storm brewing in his mind.Wei Ying nodded, gripping Chenqing tightly. The flute glimmered faintly under the moonlight as Wei Ying turned to rejoin the fight.How noble. Protecting him like this... but how much longer can you keep it up? The voice slithered into Wangji's thoughts again, cutting through his focus.Wangji tightened his grip on Bichen, his knuckles whitening. This is fatigue, he told himself. A hallucination from exhaustion.No hallucination, boy. I'm as real as the sword in your hand—and far more powerful.Wangji's jaw tightened as he moved swiftly, cutting down another attacker with a single, precise strike. He could feel the voice's presence, cold and oppressive, wrapping around him like a shadow.You're doing well enough... for now, the voice continued, its tone dripping with mockery. But this? This isn't victory. This is survival. How long do you think that will last?Another soldier lunged at Wangji. He deflected the blow effortlessly, countering with a strike that dropped the opponent instantly. His movements were sharp, and deliberate, each one honed by years of discipline. Yet, the voice didn't relent.Impressive. But skill won't save you when Odin steps onto the field. He's been waiting for this moment for centuries. You, boy, are not ready."Be silent," Wangji hissed under his breath, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the battlefield for threats.Oh, I'll stop when you admit the truth, the voice whispered, its tone almost playful. You cannot win this war—not without me.Wangji's steps faltered, a fraction of hesitation that didn't go unnoticed. A soldier seized the opening, charging at him with a raised spear. Wangji sidestepped the attack, spinning with precision to disarm his opponent and strike him down.But the voice was unrelenting. Look around you, Moon God. Your soldiers are falling. The battle is slipping through your fingers. All the power in your hands, and yet you're floundering like a blind child in a storm."Lan Zhan!" Wei Ying's voice broke through the haze as he called out from a short distance away, his tone urgent. Wangji's head snapped toward him. Wei Ying had taken out a cluster of soldiers with a sweeping wave of dark energy, but more were closing in fast.Wangji moved toward him instinctively, Bichen slashing through the nearest enemies. Ah, him. Your weakness, the voice mused. You'd burn this world to ashes to keep him safe. But that's the problem, isn't it? You'll destroy yourself first.Wangji gritted his teeth, his strikes growing fiercer, more decisive. He couldn't let himself be distracted, not now. But the voice lingered, insidious and constant.Face it, boy. You need me. You've always needed me. You've felt it, haven't you? That shadow in your mind, that flicker of doubt every time you think about Odin. Because deep down, you know you can't defeat him alone.Wangji's mind raced even as his body remained in motion, parrying and countering with precision. The voice was digging deeper, pulling at something he wasn't ready to confront.Say it. Admit it. You're not strong enough. Not without me."Lan Zhan!" Wei Ying's voice rang out, clear and urgent, cutting through the clamor of battle. Wangji turned just in time, Bichen intercepting the blade that had been aimed at Wei Ying's side. The clash of steel echoed sharply."I'm fine!" Wei Ying shouted, spinning to dispatch another enemy with precision. "Keep fighting, Lan Zhan!"He's stronger than he looks. But not invincible, the voice in Wangji's mind whispered, its tone colder now, mocking undercut with menace. None of you are.Wangji's breaths came heavier as he swept the battlefield with his gaze. The soldiers clashed in a blur of steel and shadows, but the voice persisted, threading through the chaos like a serpent.You'll crumble before Odin. You'll all fall. Unless..."Unless what?" Wangji muttered, low and sharp.Unless you let me in.The words coiled like smoke in his mind, tempting and poisonous. Wangji's grip on Bichen tightened until his knuckles turned white. "I don't need you," he bit out under his breath, his voice laced with steel.The voice chuckled, dark and slow. Stubborn. But do you really believe that stubbornness will save him? Or the rest of them?Wangji forced the voice aside, his focus shifting to Wei Ying. He moved like a storm, Chenqing raised as his haunting melody summoned shadows to strike down their enemies with ruthless precision. But relief was fleeting.A cry pierced through the chaos.Wen Ning staggered, surrounded by Odin's soldiers, their weapons flashing under the bloodied moonlight. Though formidable, Wen Ning was slowing under the relentless assault.Wangji surged forward, Bichen cutting through the melee with ruthless efficiency. "Wen Ning!" he called, his voice sharp.Wen Ning blocked another strike, his hollow gaze flicking toward Wangji. "I'm fine, Hanguang-Jun," he rasped, though his voice betrayed exhaustion.How long until you lose him too? the voice purred. One by one, they'll fall. Unless..."Enough," Wangji hissed, his strikes growing fiercer, each movement precise and unyielding. But the weight of the voice clung to him, a shadow in his thoughts.A ripple suddenly cut through the battlefield, a silence heavy and unnatural descending. Wangji froze, his instincts flaring. Even Wei Ying's melody faltered, the haunting notes fading as he turned toward the disturbance.At the far edge of the battlefield, a figure emerged—a towering silhouette cloaked in gleaming armor, radiating an aura so oppressive it seemed to still the very air. The soldiers nearest to them fell back in reverence, leaving a wide berth.The figure's eyes glowed faintly, their voice resonating like thunder. "So, this is where you've scurried off to."Wangji's breath hitched. The insignia emblazoned on the figure's chest was unmistakable—a mark of Odin's elite guard.Wei Ying stepped beside Wangji, lowering his flute. "That's no ordinary soldier," he said, his voice quiet but edged with steel.The voice in Wangji's head stirred again, its amusement palpable. Oh, this will be fun. Let's see how far you can go before you break.The elite guard unsheathed their weapon, the blade glowing with an otherworldly light. They leveled it at Wangji, their tone sharp and commanding. "You. You've caused enough trouble. Time to end this."Wangji raised Bichen, his stance steady despite the tension rippling through his body. Wei Ying stood firm beside him, his dark eyes burning with defiance.The guard advanced, each step a palpable weight pressing against the battlefield. Just as they closed the distance, another ripple surged through the air, colder and sharper, freezing even the guard in their tracks.The battlefield stilled once more as something—or someone—made its presence known.From the shadows stepped a figure, cloaked in darkness, their features hidden beneath a hood. The air around them seemed to bend and warp, their presence as unnatural as the voice in Wangji's head."You're late," the voice in Wangji's mind hissed, suddenly filled with glee.The hooded figure spoke, their voice deep and commanding. "Step aside. He's not yours to take."The elite guard's eyes narrowed. "And who are you to make such demands?"The hooded figure lowered their hood, revealing a face that froze everyone in place—including Wangji."You," Wei Ying whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief.Wangji's blood ran cold. He knew that face. A face he had thought long gone, erased from the pages of history itself.The elite guard stepped back instinctively, their confidence wavering. "Impossible," they muttered.The figure's lips curved into a cold smile. "Ah, but isn't it the impossible that always changes the game?"Wangji gripped Bichen tighter, his mind racing. Just as he was about to demand answers, the voice in his head whispered one final, chilling phrase: Let the games begin.From the shadows emerged a figure cloaked in darkness, their form wrapped in an aura that seemed to warp reality itself. The battlefield fell into an eerie stillness, the clamor of combat muffled by an oppressive, unnatural silence. Beneath the figure's hood, their features were hidden, but the power radiating from them was undeniable—commanding, otherworldly."You're late," the voice in Wangji's mind hissed, its mocking edge replaced by a sinister glee.The hooded figure strode forward with deliberate calm, their posture relaxed but exuding quiet authority. When they spoke, their voice was deep, resonant, and steady. "Step aside. He's not yours to take."The elite guard's glowing eyes narrowed, their grip tightening on their weapon. "And who are you to make such demands?"The figure reached up slowly, lowering their hood.The moment their face was revealed, Wangji's breath caught, but this time it wasn't from fear or shock—it was relief."Lord Vali," Wangji said aloud, the tension in his body easing slightly.Wei Ying shot him a sharp glance. "Lan Zhan, you know him?"Wangji nodded, his grip on Bichen relaxing, though not completely. "He... helped us," he said quietly, his gaze remaining steady on Vali. Memories of their encounter the day before surfaced—how Vali had appeared at the critical moment, saving Wei Ying and Wen Qing from certain death. His aid had turned the tide when all hope had seemed lost.The elite guard faltered, their confidence cracking. "Impossible," they muttered, their tone edged with disbelief.Vali's lips curved into a faint smile, cold yet knowing. "Ah," he said softly, his voice calm and cutting. "The impossible has a way of showing up when it's least convenient for you."The oppressive silence thickened, the weight of Vali's presence pressing down on all who remained.Beside Wangji, Wei Ying's brow furrowed in suspicion. "You trust him?" he asked under his breath, his tone uncertain.Wangji hesitated for only a moment before nodding. "He kept his word yesterday. He fought against Odin's forces when we needed him most. For now..." He glanced at Wei Ying, his expression softening briefly. "He's not our enemy."Vali's sharp eyes flicked toward Wangji, a glimmer of amusement playing across his features. "You remember. Good."The elite guard stepped back, their aura flickering with unease. "You shouldn't even exist," they muttered, their voice trembling.Vali tilted his head, his expression turning icy. "Oh, but I do. And that's very bad news for you."Just as Wangji moved to speak, to question why Vali had returned to the fray, the voice in his head whispered one final, chilling phrase:Let the games begin. ¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝓔𝓝𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 45¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸
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The battlefield erupted into chaos as Vali raised his hand, and shadows surged like a tidal wave. Figures cloaked in obsidian armor materialized from the dark, their weapons glowing with an eerie energy. With ruthless precision, they clashed with Odin's forces, an unstoppable force that tore through the battlefield.Wangji tightened his grip on Bichen as the Vali moved forward, his presence commanding. The elite guard charged, blades flashing, but the figure sidestepped with unnatural grace, sending the soldier crashing to the ground with a single strike."Lan Wangji," Vali called, his voice sharp and authoritative. "Get out of my way."Wangji's body tensed at the arrogance in the man's tone. He wouldn’t stand aside, not when faced with such defiance.Vali glanced back, his expression unreadable. "If you want to fight, do it where it matters. Get inside the palace. This battlefield isn’t yours anymore."The ground trembled as dark energy swirled around him, and his army surged forward, pushing Odin's forces back with relentless force.Wei Ying appeared at Wangji’s side, his flute tightly clutched. "Lan Zhan," he murmured, his voice low but firm. "We should go."Wangji hesitated, torn between the battle raging behind them and the dangers that awaited inside the palace."He's right," Wen Qing added, moving to steady Wen Ning, whose hands trembled as he clutched his blade. "We need to regroup."Wei Ying pressed, his tone insistent. "Inside, now. We’ll plan from there. Please, Lan Zhan."After a moment of internal conflict, Wangji gave a curt nod. Together, they moved toward the palace, slipping through the grand doors as the battle raged on behind them.The silence inside the palace was stark, and oppressive in its stillness compared to the chaos outside. Polished floors reflected the faint glow of enchanted torches as they moved through the grand halls.Wen Ning stumbled, and Wen Qing steadied him.Wei Ying turned to Wangji. "Do you think we can trust him?"Wangji took a moment before answering, his thoughts still clouded by the battle and the voice that had lingered in his mind. "I do not trust him," he said finally, his voice steady, "but his strength cannot be denied."Wen Qing exhaled wearily. "He’s Odin's brother. He’s saved us twice now. I think it’s clear where his allegiance lies. We need to focus on what’s next, not what we can’t control."But as Wangji stepped forward, a sharp pain pierced his skull. He staggered, clutching his temple as the world around him blurred."Lan Zhan!" Wei Ying was at his side instantly, gripping Wangji’s arms. "What’s wrong?"Wangji tried to steady himself, but the pain only intensified, a searing agony that felt as though it were tearing him apart from the inside. He collapsed to his knees, his breath coming in shallow gasps."Lan Zhan!" Wei Ying's voice was frantic, but distant, as if muffled by the pounding in Wangji's head.The voice in his mind grew louder, more insistent. *You can't keep me locked away anymore.*"No," Wangji whispered, his voice strained as he clutched his skull, trying to hold himself together.Wei Ying knelt beside him, his hands gently cupping Wangji's face. "What's happening? Talk to me, Lan Zhan!"But Wangji couldn't respond. Memories—long buried—surfaced, a flood of darkness, rage, and the beast within him that he had fought so hard to suppress.*You've always known I was here,* the voice sneered. *You’ve felt me clawing at the edges of your mind, haven’t you? Every time you tried to be the perfect disciple, the perfect son, the perfect soldier, I was there. The part of you that you fear, that you despise. And now? Now I will not be ignored.*"Lan Zhan!" Wei Ying's voice pierced the haze, grounding him in the present. Wangji blinked, his vision clearing just enough to see Wei Ying’s worried face, Wen Ning and Wen Qing hovering behind him."I'm fine," Wangji forced out, his voice weak, though it was a lie.*Fine?* The voice scoffed, cold amusement flooding his mind. *You’re far from fine, boy. I’ve been waiting for this moment for years—centuries even. Every time you buried me deeper, I grew stronger. And now? Now you need me.*Wangji's hand clenched into a fist against the cold stone floor, grounding himself. He willed the voice to silence, to retreat back into the dark corners of his mind, but it refused to leave.Wei Ying moved closer, his brow furrowed with concern. "You're not fine," he said sharply, his voice laced with worry. "What is this? What's happening to you? Lan Zhan, don't shut me out," he murmured, his voice soft but insistent. "You don’t have to face this alone."Wangji shook his head, struggling to rise. The voice, however, was relentless.*You can’t win this war without me,* it whispered, its tone dripping with malice. *Odin fears you, but not as you are now. He fears what you could become if you embraced me.*Wangji gritted his teeth, his fingers digging into the stone beneath him as he clutched Bichen tightly, as if it could anchor him. He couldn’t let the voice take over. He couldn’t let it control him.Wei Ying reached out, his fingers brushing against Wangji’s cheek, desperate. "Lan Zhan, please. Tell me what’s going on. Let me help you."Before Wangji could respond, a distant roar shook the palace walls. The ground beneath them trembled, and the air grew thick with an oppressive energy, like the calm before a storm.Wen Qing's eyes widened. "What was that?""I don't know, but we need to get moving," Wen Ning said, his voice tinged with concern."Lan Wangji, I know you're struggling, but Hel and her army are waiting for you to open the passage to the throne room," Wen Qing said sharply, urgency lacing her words. "They're counting on us."The reminder cut through the haze of pain clouding Wangji's thoughts. His eyes snapped to her. *Of course. The plan.* Hel, Queen of the Dead, had promised her aid—but only if Wangji could open the passage between realms, allowing her forces to flood Odin's throne room.He closed his eyes, drawing in a slow, shuddering breath. Focusing on the cool air filling his lungs, the steady weight of Bichen by his side, and the warmth of Wei Ying’s hand on his arm, Wangji forced himself to center his thoughts. Slowly, the pain dulled, but the voice... it lingered, still clawing at the edges of his mind.*Hel? That corpse queen?* The voice sneered, dripping with contempt. *You think her army of the dead can challenge Odin? You're deluding yourself. They'll crumble like dust before his power. And when they do, you'll come crawling back to me.*Ignoring the taunt, Wangji pushed himself to his feet, his movements deliberate despite the lingering agony. Wei Ying steadied him, worry evident in his every glance."We move forward," Wangji said, his voice steady, though the weight of the moment pressed heavily on his shoulders.Wen Qing exhaled in relief, but her focus snapped back immediately. "Good. The throne room is just ahead."The group moved forward, their steps quick but cautious. Wen Ning, still bearing the weight of his injuries, lagged slightly, but his grip on his blade never wavered. Wei Ying stayed close to Wangji, his flute at the ready, scanning every shadow, every flicker in the air.The closer they neared the throne room, the stronger the pull became—a humming energy that seemed to vibrate through the very air, heavy with ancient power. Wangji felt it resonate deep in his bones, a sharp reminder of what was at stake.*Go on,* the voice whispered, smooth and insidious. *Open the passage. Let Hel’s army through. But know this—Odin will crush them like insects. And when he does, you’ll see the truth. You can't win without me.*A chill crept down Wangji’s spine, but his resolve remained unwavering. He would not give in—not to the voice, not to the darkness gnawing at him from within.The throne room loomed ahead, its massive doors standing like ancient sentinels. Carved with intricate symbols of power, they faintly glowed in the dim light, an ominous invitation. Wen Qing stepped forward, her face unreadable."This is it," she said, her voice firm. "Once you open the passage, there’s no turning back."Wei Ying’s gaze met Wangji’s. Though his eyes were calm, the intensity in them was unmistakable. "We’re with you, Lan Zhan."Wangji nodded, steeling himself. The air around them seemed to hum louder as he approached the doors, the energy radiating from them almost suffocating in its intensity. Slowly, he extended his hand, his fingers hovering just above the surface of the massive wooden doors.Then, with a steady push, Wangji opened them. He half-expected Odin to be waiting for him, sitting coldly on his throne, but the room beyond was eerily empty. The grandeur of the chamber was overwhelming—its high vaulted ceilings glittered with runes of power, and the walls shimmered faintly, as though they contained the very stars within them. Yet, there was no sign of Odin or his forces. Only a still, waiting silence.Wangji's group moved cautiously inside, their footsteps echoing loudly in the quiet expanse. He turned and closed the doors behind them, the sound reverberating, heavy in the vast room.The voice stirred again, cold and mocking. *Go ahead. Open the passage. Let's see how long you last before you come crawling back to me.*Wangji ignored it, focusing instead on the surge of magic within him. He closed his eyes, drawing on the power of the moon and dreams that he had honed over the years. Without his butterflies, the task was harder, the flow of magic slower, but Wangji was resolute.He directed the energy toward the closed doors. Slowly, his magic began to carve delicate shapes into the wood—delicate butterflies, their wings spread mid-flight. A crescent moon appeared among them, glowing faintly as the patterns shifted and wove together.The plain wooden doors began to transform. The symbols pulsed with an otherworldly energy, and the air in the room grew colder. The intricate carvings shimmered, as if the very wood was caught between realms. Slowly, the doors creaked open, revealing a swirling vortex beyond. A sharp, bone-chilling wind swept into the throne room, carrying the weight of the death realm with it. Wangji's magic solidified the connection, and the portal stabilized.Through the vortex came Hel’s army.Spectral soldiers emerged in waves, their translucent forms glowing with an eerie, pale light. Frost and shadows clung to their jagged, brittle armor, yet they moved with unsettling precision and confidence. At their head was Hel herself, her gaze sweeping the room with quiet satisfaction.Her half-dead form flickered as if straddling life and death, lending her an air of both regality and menace. She stepped through the portal, deliberate in her movements, her power undeniable."Well done, Sandman," she said, her voice smooth, cutting through the air like a blade. "You've upheld your end of the bargain. Now, we will uphold ours."With a sharp gesture, her soldiers surged forward, flooding into the throne room and spilling out into the corridors beyond. The clash of steel and guttural cries filled the air, the battle now fully engaged.Wen Qing and Wen Ning exchanged wary glances, their hands tightening on their weapons. Wei Ying stood close to Wangji, steady and watchful, Chenqing poised in his hands.As the battle raged beyond, Wangji felt the voice press harder against his mind, its tone insistent, relentless.It won't be enough, the voice hissed, its venomous whisper curling through his mind. Hel’s army will fall. You know it, even if you refuse to admit it. And when they do, you’ll have no choice but to let me out. You can’t escape me, Wangji. I am you.The words struck deep, claws raking through the edges of his thoughts. Wangji’s grip on Bichen tightened, his knuckles stark and white with the effort to hold on, to resist."You're wrong," he muttered under his breath, his voice firm despite the chaos inside his head.The voice only laughed, a cruel, hollow sound that echoed in the chamber like an icy breeze cutting through his soul.The mocking laughter drove a sharp, searing pain through his skull. Wangji’s steps faltered, and for a moment, the world around him seemed to tilt. His vision blurred, his body betraying him as he stumbled forward, one hand bracing against the cold stone wall to steady himself."Lan Zhan!" Wei Ying’s voice pierced the haze, alarm thick in his tone. In an instant, he was at Wangji’s side, steadying him as Wangji sank to his knees, the pain almost too much to bear."Wangji!" Wen Qing’s voice followed, urgent, cutting through the tension. She moved closer, her face drawn with concern.The pain was unbearable—raw and searing, as if his very essence were being torn apart. Wangji pressed a trembling hand to his head, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps, but it was relentless.It wasn’t just the voice. No, it was something more—something vast, ancient, furious, clawing at the edges of his mind.The realization hit him like a brutal strike to the chest.It wasn’t just a voice. It wasn’t some external force that had attached itself to him during this battle. It was the beast.The thing he had locked away so long ago—the thing that had been whispering to him in his darkest moments, growing louder, more insistent. The part of him he had spent years suppressing, fighting to control.It was him.And now, it was breaking free.Wangji gritted his teeth, sweat beading on his forehead. No. He wouldn’t give in. Not now. Not ever.He held onto that resolve like a lifeline, even as the pain intensified, threatening to swallow him whole. Every breath was a struggle, every beat of his heart a battle against the overwhelming pull of the darkness inside him.You can’t escape me, the voice hissed again, sharp and venomous, like a bitter wind cutting through his very being. Just like your father couldn’t.The words sliced through him, colder than the winds of the death realm, colder than anything he had ever felt. His fingers dug into the stone floor, anchoring himself as best as he could against the weight of that truth. The voice had moved beyond a presence at the back of his mind. It was everywhere now. Around him. Above him. Inside him.Wangji could almost see it now, though it was still vague—more a looming, shapeless shadow than anything physical. Its presence was suffocating, tendrils curling around him, tightening with each passing moment.*You will break, the voice purred. Just like your father. I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, Wangji. You will fall.*"Lan Zhan!" Wei Ying's voice cut through the chaos, sharp and urgent. His touch on Wangji’s arm was a lifeline, grounding him, even as the shadow loomed larger around him. "What’s happening? Talk to me!"Wangji tried to speak, but his voice failed him. Instead, a memory flooded his mind, sharp and uninvited:His uncle's stern face, his voice unwavering as he had spoken to a younger Wangji."Control your emotions. Never submit. Always repress. Imagine a cage—strong and tight. Or a nest, if that suits you better. Push everything into it—every stray thought, every spark of anger—and lock it away. You must master it. Or it will master you."He had been seven, bruised and exhausted from the daily torment of older disciples. His uncle’s tone was strict, but the words stuck deep. A seed planted in that moment had grown into the rigid control Wangji wielded throughout his life.Now, with the pain threatening to overwhelm him, Wangji clung to that lesson like a drowning man to a lifeline. His mind, fogged with agony, struggled to picture the nest, the cage his uncle had described—woven tightly, unyielding.Slowly, methodically, he gathered the beast—the voice—into the confines of that mental cage, every shred of its fury, its rage, its endless hunger.But the voice resisted.The beast inside clawed against the bars, powerful, relentless. Wangji’s body trembled as the strain mounted, his knees buckling under the pressure.*Weak,* the voice hissed. *You’re weaker than him. Weaker than you know. You can’t contain me anymore.*Wangji’s vision blurred, his breath shallow, desperate. Again, he tried to push back, but it was futile. The drain of endless fighting and exertion left him weak, too weak to fight it off."Lan Zhan!" Wei Ying’s voice rose in panic, his presence a sharp contrast to the storm raging inside Wangji’s mind. "What’s happening? How can I help?"Wangji shook his head weakly, unable to answer.Wen Qing knelt beside them, her gaze calculating. "He needs grounding," she said quickly. "Touch him—hold him. It might help bring him back to himself."Wei Ying moved without hesitation. He took hold of Wangji’s shoulders, his touch firm yet gentle. "Lan Zhan, I’m here. Look at me."Wangji’s gaze flickered toward him, unfocused, clouded with pain. Wei Ying’s heart clenched."Lan Zhan," Wei Ying whispered, his voice soft but steady. He leaned in, cradling Wangji’s cheek with one hand and sliding the other around his back. "You’re not alone. We’ll face this together."He pressed a gentle kiss to Wangji’s forehead, the warmth of it lingering.Wangji’s body tensed, but something shifted. The crushing weight of the voice, the beast, lifted just a fraction, as if Wei Ying’s presence had drawn some of its power away.The voice snarled, its fury lashing through Wangji’s mind. *Distraction won’t save you. It’ll only delay the inevitable.*But Wangji could think more clearly now. The cage returned, clearer this time. The bars glowed brighter, reinforced by something he hadn't anticipated: the connection to Wei Ying.His touch, his voice, his kiss—they anchored Wangji, giving him the tether he desperately needed."Lan Zhan," Wei Ying murmured again, his lips brushing Wangji’s temple. "Focus on me."And Wangji did. He clung to the warmth of Wei Ying’s touch, the steadiness of his voice, the presence that grounded him. It was enough to push the darkness back, just a little further.The cage took shape in his mind once again, stronger than before. With Wei Ying beside him, he shoved the beast back into its confines.The voice howled, thrashing against the mental bars, but Wangji did not relent. The cage snapped shut with a finality that sent a tremor through him, the beast’s shadow struggling against the confines. It wasn’t perfect—he could still feel its presence, still hear its snarls—but for now, it was contained.Wangji sagged against Wei Ying, his body trembling, his breaths coming in ragged gasps."You did it," Wei Ying whispered, his forehead resting against Wangji's. "You're okay, Lan Zhan. You're back. You're here, with us."Wangji nodded, his body trembling from the strain, but Wei Ying’s touch was a constant anchor. The warmth of it steadied him, and his words settled in his mind like a balm, pulling him further away from the abyss. He leaned into Wei Ying’s embrace for a moment, allowing himself to find strength in the connection.He was here. He was back.For a fleeting moment, the fear surged again—sharp, suffocating. The voice had been relentless, the beast’s rage a storm that threatened to consume him. He’d felt himself slipping, pulled toward the edges of his own mind, where the beast was only moments away from taking over.The memory of that terror clenched his chest, and his breath caught. He had feared that he wouldn’t be able to push it away, that the beast would rise and seize control completely, leaving him a prisoner within his own body. It had been a terror unlike anything he had ever faced—an invasion from within, an unstoppable force that had no mercy.But then, through the storm, Wei Ying's voice had cut through, steady and unwavering. It had anchored him, pulling him back from the brink, reminding him that he wasn’t alone. Wangji’s heart clenched at the thought of how close he had come to losing everything, but it was Wei Ying’s presence that had given him the courage to fight back.His fingers tightened slightly on Wei Ying’s sleeve, grounding himself in the reality of the moment, the warmth and strength of the person beside him. ¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝓔𝓝𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 46¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸
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Wangji took a deep breath, letting the moment of quiet settle before Wen Ning’s voice broke through, calm but urgent."We need to move quickly," Wen Ning said, his gaze darting toward the doors. The distant sounds of battle echoed, reminding them of the chaos just beyond. "Can you stand, Wangji?"Wei Ying tightened his grip on Wangji, his concern evident. Before Wangji could respond, Wen Qing stepped closer, her expression firm. "Lan Wangji, what can I do to help?"Wangji hesitated, his eyes meeting Wei Ying's. His heart twisted at the thought of sending him away, but he forced the words out. "Take Wei Ying away from here. Get him to safety."Wei Ying’s grip tightened. "What?" His voice cracked with urgency. "Lan Zhan, no.""You’ll be safer away from the battlefield," Wangji said, his voice steady but strained.Wei Ying’s face flushed with anger. "Safer? What about you? You just collapsed. You—" His voice faltered, the emotion catching in his throat. "You’re the one who’s weak right now. If anyone needs to be kept away, it’s you!"Wangji flinched, the words landing harder than he expected. He looked into Wei Ying’s eyes, seeing not just anger, but raw fear—fear for him. But he couldn’t bring himself to reveal the truth just yet."I..." Wangji hesitated, the confession lodged in his throat. He wanted to say more, but the words felt too heavy. The truth, the burden of it, seemed unbearable in that moment. He closed his eyes, willing himself to stay steady.Wei Ying’s hand gripped his arm tighter, his voice softening, a plea. "Lan Zhan, tell me what’s going on. I can’t protect you if you don’t let me in. You promised me, remember? No more secrets between us. Not now, not ever."Wangji’s breath hitched. The promise they’d made echoed in his mind, and the weight of it almost broke him. He opened his eyes, meeting Wei Ying’s gaze with a vulnerability that was rare for him."There’s... a presence inside me," he said, his voice quieter now, trembling. "A beast. It feeds on my anger, my hatred. The more I feel, the stronger it becomes. And if I lose control... I may not be able to stop it."Wei Ying froze, his face going pale as the realization hit him. "Lan Zhan...""I tried to lock it away," Wangji continued, his voice strained. "But it’s stronger than I thought. Just now... I nearly lost control. That’s why I need you away from the battlefield. If it breaks free, I don’t know what it will do—or who it will hurt."Wei Ying stood there for a moment, his expression a mixture of shock and disbelief. Then, with a determined glint in his eyes, he stepped forward, cupping Wangji’s face in his hands."You won’t lose yourself," Wei Ying said firmly, his voice unwavering. "Not while I’m here. Not while we’re here." A small, defiant smile tugged at his lips. "And if that beast dares to show its ugly face, I’ll deal with it. I’m not going anywhere, Lan Zhan. So don’t even think about sending me away." "You don't understand, Wei Ying," Wangji said, his voice strained. "You can’t imagine how powerful it is, how consuming it has been."Wei Ying’s gaze hardened, but before he could respond, Wen Qing cut in sharply, her voice a firm command. "You can argue later. Nobody is leaving you, Wangji. We need to help Hel in the battle."Wei Ying’s expression softened, but his determination remained unyielding. "Come on, Lan Zhan," he said, his voice gentle yet insistent.Wangji's hand tightened around Bichen, a brief tremor of uncertainty passing through him. As he rose, supported by Wei Ying, the weight of his confession still lingered in his chest. He knew, despite everything, that Wei Ying would not leave his side. He didn’t have to fight this alone—not anymore."Let's go," Wangji said quietly, his voice steady once more. Together, they turned toward the doors, ready to rejoin the fray.Luck seemed to favor them. Hel's forces—spectral warriors with icy weapons and ethereal strength—were sweeping through Odin's army. The once-overwhelming opposition faltered beneath the relentless assault, their ranks breaking as Hel herself strode through the battlefield, an unyielding force of death’s dominion.Wangji fought with precision, every strike of Bichen deliberate and unwavering. Beside him, Wei Ying moved like a tempest, his flute summoning ghostly soldiers to swell the tide of Hel's advance. Wen Ning fought with quiet ferocity, his blade carving through the chaos, while Wen Qing stayed just behind, her sharp eyes scanning for those in need of aid.Despite their progress, unease coiled in Wangji’s chest. The battle was turning in their favor, but something was off. Odin had not appeared.This was the day. The day Odin was supposed to make his statement, to execute Wei Ying and solidify his reign. Wangji had expected to face him directly, to put an end to his dominance with his own hands. But Odin was nowhere to be found.Wangji’s grip tightened around Bichen as he cleaved through another soldier, his movements sharp with suppressed frustration."Lan Zhan," Wei Ying said, stepping close enough to speak without raising his voice. His face was flushed with exertion, eyes bright with determination. "You're frowning more than usual. What's wrong?"Wangji cast a brief glance at him, then turned his attention back to the battlefield. "Odin has not appeared."Wei Ying’s expression darkened, his brow furrowing. "You're right," he said, his voice low. "Where is he? He wouldn't just abandon his forces like this.""It’s not like him to hide," Wangji said, his voice calm but laced with concern. "He has always craved spectacle, dominance. This... absence is deliberate."As if summoned by Wangji's words, the battlefield trembled. A thunderous crack split the air, louder than the cacophony of war. The ground quaked beneath their feet, and the sky darkened unnaturally. Time itself seemed to freeze. Soldiers paused mid-strike, weapons suspended in the air. Even Hel’s spectral forces faltered in their ethereal charge, caught in the stillness.But not Wangji and Wei Ying.Wei Ying spun around, his voice sharp with alarm. "Lan Zhan, what’s happening? Why are we the only ones moving?"Wangji’s golden eyes swept across the frozen chaos, his grip tightening around Bichen. The air grew heavy, pressing against his chest as though it sought to crush him. Then, from the shadows where reality bent, two figures emerged.Odin appeared first, his commanding presence as grim and arrogant as ever, his singular eye burning with fury. But it was the man beside him that made Wangji’s breath catch in his throat.Tall and draped in shimmering, timeless robes, Chronos stepped forward. His hair shimmered with the very silver of stars, and his aura bent reality itself. But what drew Wangji’s gaze was the heavy metal collar around Chronos’s neck, glowing faintly with runes of constraint. The sight was jarring—out of place on a figure so overwhelming in power.Chronos stood still, his expression unreadable, as Odin strode forward with a sneer. "You've come far," Odin’s voice rang out, carrying across the frozen battlefield. "But you've made a grave mistake."Wei Ying’s eyes widened, his voice low with recognition. "Lan Zhan, that's—""Chronos," Wangji interjected, his tone grim. "The god of time."Wei Ying’s voice dropped further, barely audible. "Not just that. He—he used to be my friend."Wangji stiffened, his gaze sharpening. "Your friend?""I didn’t think he’d be here," Wei Ying admitted, his voice betraying a hint of vulnerability. "Not like this."Chronos’s gaze shifted to Wei Ying, and for a moment, something soft flickered in his ageless eyes. But then Odin’s harsh laugh shattered the silence, cutting through the fragile moment."Chronos," Odin barked, his voice cold and commanding. "Remind them why they cannot win."The softness in Chronos’s eyes vanished, replaced by an unreadable, cold resolve. He raised his hand, and the battlefield seemed to ripple. Time twisted and warped—the frozen soldiers jerking into motion with unnatural, jagged movements. Hel’s army faltered, their ethereal forms flickering like candles caught in a breeze.Wei Ying took a step forward, desperation creeping into his voice. "Chronos! You don’t have to do this. Whatever Odin promised you, it’s not worth it!"Chronos flinched imperceptibly, his hand pausing mid-air. The collar around his neck flared ominously, its glow pulsing with a dark rhythm, and his expression hardened again. "It's not a choice," he said quietly, his voice heavy with centuries of burden. "Not anymore."Wangji’s sharp eyes caught the brief flicker of defiance in Chronos’s gaze as he glanced toward Odin—a flash of bitterness that betrayed his apparent submission. "You're bound," Wangji said, his voice cutting through the chaos. "Odin controls you."Odin's sneer deepened, and he clapped a hand onto Chronos’s shoulder. "He serves willingly," Odin said with mocking finality. "And if he didn’t, well—" He tapped the glowing collar meaningfully. "I’ve ensured his loyalty."Wei Ying’s hands clenched into fists, fury boiling up within him. "You enslaved him!"His shoulders tensed, eyes burning with indignation as he glared at Odin. He couldn’t hold back any longer. "I’m not going to stand by and let him win," he snapped, his voice trembling with emotion."Wait—" Wangji’s warning came too late.Wei Ying charged forward, Chenqing raised high. The flute hummed with power as he released a torrent of spiritual energy aimed directly at Odin. The god smirked, almost amused by the audacity of the attack, and with a flick of his wrist, summoned a massive spear of light and shadow, crackling with raw power."Foolish mortal," Odin hissed, swinging the spear with lethal grace.The clash was inevitable. The spear met Wei Ying’s attack effortlessly, shattering it like glass. Wei Ying staggered but didn’t falter, closing the distance, determined to strike again. Odin’s grin widened as he thrust the spear forward.The blow landed with devastating force, striking Wei Ying squarely in the chest. A pulse of energy rippled through the air, and Wei Ying was sent flying backward, crashing to the ground near Wangji’s feet."Wei Ying!" Wangji's voice was sharp with panic, his heart tightening painfully. He moved instinctively, ready to shield him, to retaliate—but Chronos intervened.Before Wangji could close the distance, Chronos raised his hand, and the air around Wangji shimmered. In an instant, Wangji’s body froze mid-motion. His limbs locked in place, but his head remained free, allowing him to see and speak. He was utterly powerless to act."You’ll stay out of this," Chronos said quietly, regret lacing his voice. "I have no desire to harm you further."Wangji strained against the invisible forces binding him, his muscles quivering with frustration. "Chronos," he growled, his voice low and furious. "Release me."Chronos did not answer immediately. His gaze shifted to Wei Ying, who lay crumpled on the ground, still conscious but clutching his chest where Odin's spear had struck."You should've stayed out of this, Wei Ying," Odin sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Your defiance is amusing, but ultimately pointless."Wei Ying groaned, coughing as he struggled to push himself upright. Despite the pain, his eyes blazed with defiance. "Pointless? You're terrified of us, Odin. That's why you brought Chronos here in chains."Odin’s expression darkened, and with an almost casual motion, he raised his spear again, stepping toward Wei Ying."Stop!" Wangji's voice rang out, desperate and commanding. "If you harm him—"Odin cut him off with a mocking laugh. "You’ll do what?" he taunted, gesturing toward Wangji’s immobilized form. "Struggle harder in Chronos’s grasp? You’re powerless, little Sandman."Chronos hesitated, his hand trembling ever so slightly. His gaze flickered toward Wangji, a fleeting expression of unreadable emotion crossing his features before it hardened once more.Wangji’s jaw clenched, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. His golden gaze flickered to Wei Ying, who was still defiant despite his injuries. His voice softened, the desperation in it unmistakable. “Wei Ying, listen to me. Get up. Step back.”Wei Ying laughed bitterly, still kneeling but refusing to yield. “Step back? How can I, Lan Zhan? You’re frozen. He’s enslaved. And that one-eyed tyrant—” He spat the words, his eyes burning with anger as he glared at Odin. “Thinks he can destroy us.”The raw pain in Wangji’s chest deepened. He couldn’t bear to see Wei Ying like this—stubborn, unyielding, and yet so vulnerable. “Wei Ying, please,” he whispered, his voice cracking under the strain of helplessness."No," Wei Ying snapped, his grip on Chenqing tightening. "I'm not running. Not now. Not ever."Wangji could only watch helplessly as Wei Ying rose to his feet, determination blazing in his every movement. Chronos remained silent, his hand hovering in a haunting pause, waiting for Odin’s command. Odin’s cruel smile stretched wider, the power he wielded apparent in every deliberate motion.The battlefield, still frozen in time, seemed to hold its breath as Wangji’s helplessness ate at him like fire. His mind screamed for a solution, but his body was trapped, unable to act. And in the darkness of his thoughts, the voice whispered mockingly, a cruel presence in the corners of his mind.Wei Ying charged forward again, battered but unbroken, blood staining his robes from the previous strike. His movements were fueled by sheer will, each step a defiant refusal to give in. But he was outmatched. Odin met each of Wei Ying’s attacks with the chilling precision of a god, his spear arcing through the air, striking with brutal efficiency.“Stop this madness, boy,” Odin sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. The spear collided with Chenqing, halting the strike with ease. “You're nothing more than a persistent gnat.”The blow landed again, sending Wei Ying sprawling to the ground with a sickening thud. He coughed violently, blood spilling from his lips, but even then, his fingers tightened around the flute, unbroken, defiant.“Enough!” Wangji’s voice tore through the stillness, raw with desperation. He fought against the invisible bonds that held him, every muscle straining to break free, but his body remained locked in time. The ache of helplessness twisted in his chest, each second that passed a dagger to his heart. The voice in his mind stirred again, cold and mocking.You see? it taunted, a venomous whisper. This is what happens when you deny me. You're useless without my strength."No," Wangji growled under his breath, his voice trembling with the effort to control himself. "I can stop this... without you."Can you? the voice jeered, its tone mocking. Chronos has you shackled. Your beloved is bleeding. And Odin... Odin is toying with him like a cat with its prey. If you keep clinging to your arrogance, you'll lose him. You’ll lose everything.Wei Ying staggered to his feet once more, his defiance unwavering despite his weakening state. “Is that all you’ve got, old man?” he rasped, his voice hoarse but still filled with contempt.Odin’s smirk deepened as he advanced, his spear gleaming. “You’ll regret your insolence.”Wangji’s heart raced, panic rising within him as he watched Wei Ying raise Chenqing, preparing for another futile stand. He couldn’t let this happen. Not like this.You can save him, the voice hissed. Let me out.Wangji’s breath caught in his throat as the temptation flared within him, the voice urging him to release the darkness inside. He could feel it, the power, the raw strength that could change everything—but at what cost?“I… I cannot,” Wangji whispered, his voice breaking. He clenched his fists in a futile effort to maintain control.Then he will die, the voice said coldly. And you will break, Lan Wangji. There will be nothing left of you to fight me when I take control.Wangji’s entire being shook with the strain of it—the power, the loss, the fear. His eyes burned as he watched Wei Ying face Odin again, knowing that his beloved was on the brink. He had to do something. But the cost… the cost was too high.Wangji’s grip tightened around Bichen, his desperation rising with every passing moment. The weight of the situation pressed down on him, the voice in his mind gnawing at him, urging him to surrender. He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to focus. "What do you want?" he demanded, his voice low but filled with a trembling intensity.The voice responded, smooth and seductive, *Freedom*. The word echoed through Wangji’s mind, but there was no warmth in it—only cold calculation. *And in return, I will grant you the strength to save him. You have no choice, Wangji. Decide.*Wangji’s heart thundered in his chest. He didn’t have time to think, to weigh the cost. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to *choose*, but his thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a sudden shift in the air.A dark, commanding presence swept through the battlefield, cutting through the suffocating stillness like a blade. Wangji’s body tensed instinctively, the oppressive grip of Chronos’s power loosening just enough for him to feel the change.The mysterious figure stepped forward. His black cloak rippled with an eerie fluidity, his silver eyes gleaming with a cold light that sliced through the chaos. Even Odin, who had been poised to strike again, hesitated at the sight of him."You," Odin snarled, his voice low and edged with irritation. "You dare interfere again?"The man didn’t respond immediately. His gaze, sharp and unwavering, swept over Wei Ying’s battered form, lying unconscious and bloodied on the ground. He didn’t linger, but the look was enough—his focus shifted to Wangji then, acknowledging him without a word. There was no warm greeting, no explanation, only the faint flicker of something like disapproval in his eyes."Still not listening, Sandman," the man’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and unforgiving. "Didn’t I tell you to get out of the battlefield?"Wangji’s breath caught in his throat as recognition flooded him. Despite the situation, despite the weight of everything on his shoulders, relief washed over him in a wave. Vali was here—Odin’s brother, his ally. The thought alone steadied Wangji’s nerves. Vali was strong, stronger than Chronos, and capable of holding Odin at bay until Wangji found a way out of this tangled mess. The voice in his head, that dark presence, seemed to settle down once more, leaving Wangji with a fleeting sense of relief.Odin’s narrowed gaze flicked toward the newcomer. “Chronos, deal with him,” he commanded, his tone laced with disdain.Vali’s silver eyes flicked to Chronos, and his voice dropped to a chilling tone. “You’re no puppet, Chronos. That collar binds you to Odin, but it doesn’t strip your will. Step aside, or I’ll do it for you.”Chronos stiffened at the challenge, his gaze flickering to Odin briefly before he turned back to Vali. The golden collar around his neck hummed faintly, reacting to the tension in the air, but Chronos didn’t move. He was trapped in the struggle between his own power and Odin’s control.Vali clicked his tongue, irritation flashing across his features. “Fine. Then stay out of my way,” he said coldly, a promise of violence hanging in his words.Odin raised his spear, his eyes narrowing dangerously. “Do you think you can waltz in here and dictate terms? You’re a fool.”Vali didn’t flinch. His voice cut through the tension like a blade. “I’m no fool, Odin,” he said, his tone icy and confident. “And you’ll learn that soon enough.”Wangji felt the shift in the air as the two brothers clashed, an invisible battlefield within the physical one. The tension that had enveloped the world seemed to crackle with the force of their exchange, and for the first time, Wangji felt a sliver of hope—a spark of possibility that, perhaps, there was a way out of this. He didn’t have to face the beast inside him, not now. Not with Vali here.But Wei Ying… His heart clenched as he turned his gaze back to his beloved, lying motionless on the ground. Wangji didn’t have the luxury of time. He had to act—before it was too late. ¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝓔𝓝𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 47¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸
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The world held its breath.Odin's spear gleamed, its divine edge cutting the air with lethal precision. Vali stood unwavering, silver eyes fixed on the Allfather, cold and unreadable. Between them, Chronos remained motionless, his golden collar pulsing faintly—a tether to time itself.Wangji strained against the chains that bound him, every muscle screaming for release, yet still, he was trapped. His gaze flickered to Wei Ying, lying still on the battlefield, dark hair spread like ink in the chaos.His chest tightened. He had to move.But Chronos' grip was unyielding.Then the first strike came.Vali lunged, his blade slicing through the air with blinding force. Odin met him with the fury of a storm, his spear thrusting forward like divine retribution. The clash shattered the air, sending shockwaves that tore through stone and warped reality itself. The sky cracked as gods collided, unchained and unrelenting.Chronos flinched, his grasp on time wavering.And in that brief moment, Wangji moved.Time splintered, bending beneath the weight of his will. His body screamed in protest, but he forced himself forward, step by agonizing step, until he reached Wei Ying's side.He fell to his knees, trembling hands hovering over his beloved. His heart thundered in his chest, each beat heavy with fear. He dared not touch, terrified of what he might feel.But then, trembling worse than ever, he brushed a lock of raven hair from Wei Ying's forehead.No response.No teasing glint in his eyes. No mischievous smile. Only the silence of a body too still.Desperation clawed at Wangji's chest. His breath came shallow, ragged, as he pressed his fingers to Wei Ying's pulse point, praying, pleading—Still alive.Barely.Relief surged through him, but it was fleeting. Wei Ying teetered on the precipice of death, his fragile breath barely stirring. Time itself seemed to fracture, each passing moment less certain than the last.Above them, the battle raged on.Vali's blade screamed against Gungnir, each strike sending ripples of divine fury through reality. Odin's eye burned with prophecy, his spear an unerring star, piercing space in pursuit of his brother's heart. Vali twisted away, his power a silver comet against Odin's golden storm.Chronos reeled.His collar pulsed wildly, unsteady now, no longer holding time with its absolute grip. But he did not fight it. He welcomed the chaos. The shattering of his chains was liberation, even as he collapsed under the weight of Odin's wrath. His hands trembled, but not from fear—only from the shock of newfound freedom.Wangji knew he had mere seconds.Ignoring the burning ache in his limbs, he gathered Wei Ying into his arms, pressing his forehead against his beloved's. "Wei Ying," he whispered, voice shaking. "Come back."Nothing.The pulse beneath his fingers fluttered, wavering.A surge of power erupted from Odin as he drove Gungnir downward in a final, obliterating blow. Vali raised his sword in defiance, but the force of the strike was too great—the earth cracked, the heavens screamed, and time itself buckled.Then the hourglass shattered.The golden collar split with a keening wail, and suddenly—Everything unraveled.The frozen moment Wangji had fought through shattered entirely, and time surged forward with violent, unchecked force. The chains binding him dissolved into dust, and he was released, fully immersed in the maelstrom of battle. Around him, echoes of the past and glimpses of futures yet to be written flickered like lightning across a storm-torn sky. In one heartbeat, he saw Wei Ying laughing under the sun. In the next, he saw blood staining his hands. And beyond that—The world burning.A voice, distant yet familiar, whispered at the edges of his mind: Choose, Lan Zhan.The battlefield blurred. Odin roared, Vali struck, Chronos fell to his knees, gasping, adjusting to the weightless absence of his former shackles. But none of it mattered.Because Wei Wuxian's eyes fluttered open.Red.Not the bright, mischievous gaze he knew, not the ember of warmth that had once guided him through darkness. These eyes were older, vast, burning with the weight of a thousand forgotten grievances.The pulse beneath Wangji's fingers steadied.And then—Wei Wuxian smiled.The world exhaled. And then it screamed.Wei Wuxian drew a soft, shuddering breath. His lashes trembled as he blinked slowly, his gaze unfocused, distant. No laughter, no knowing smirk—only weariness, as though he had returned from a place Wangji could never follow.A tremor passed through Wangji's fingers as he tightened his hold, grounding them both. "Wei Ying," he murmured, voice steady despite the chaos that swirled around them. "Stay with me."Wei Wuxian did not move. He did not respond. He exhaled again, not in defiance, but in quiet survival.The battle raged on above them, gods clashing with the force of eternity itself. Yet here, in Wangji's arms, Wei Wuxian remained untouched by the war that raged beyond them.For now, that was enough.The heavens trembled, their brilliant flashes cutting through the dark clouds like bolts from an angry sky. But all the chaos, all the shattering of worlds, could not reach them where they lay, their breaths quiet and synchronized, as if they too had become one with the earth beneath.Wei Wuxian's fingers twitched—just slightly. A movement so faint it made Wangji's heart race. It was a sign, a silent question to which he had no answer. Not yet.The world of men and gods might have been in turmoil, but in this fragile moment, they existed in a space untouched by time. The battlefield beyond them was nothing more than a distant echo, its roars barely reaching their ears through the soft glow of twilight.Wangji shifted carefully, unwilling to disturb the fragile peace, but it was impossible to miss the softness in his expression—the tension in his body slipping away, replaced by something like hope. It was a rare thing for him. Hope.It had been so long since he had let himself believe.Wei Wuxian stirred again, his eyes fluttering open, the mischievous glint that had always danced in their depths now clouded with exhaustion and something deeper."Wangji?" Wei Wuxian's voice was a whisper, faint against the wind. His fingers brushed against Wangji's, sending a warmth through him that cut through the cold, fleeting like a spark. "You're still here?"The question, so simple, yet so profound, made Wangji's heart tighten. Always, he longed to say. Always, I will be here. But the words caught in his throat, stilled by the weight of all that had remained unsaid, all the untold stories between them.Instead, he nodded. "Always.""Sizhui?" Wei Ying asked again, voice weak but urgent."He is safe," Wangji replied, his words steady, though the rest of him trembled with the chaos that still raged around them. "Back at Cloud Recesses, waiting.""Good," Wei Ying murmured, his voice trailing off. "That's good." The words hung between them, but then Wei Ying spoke again, quieter this time. "I'm sorry."Wangji felt something shift in his chest, a pang of guilt. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words wouldn't come. Instead, he exhaled, the air thick with everything he couldn't say. "I should have let my rage out," he finally confessed, his voice hoarse. "Should have let that monster—whatever it is—take control. So you wouldn't be hurt again.""No, Lan Zhan," Wei Ying said, his voice firm but gentle, the words cutting through Wangji like a balm. "No, never let it out. Don't. It's not who you are." Wei Ying's eyes softened. "You value loyalty, order, friendship, love... Don't let this strip you of those things."Wei Ying smiled then, though it was faint, fleeting. The smile faltered as another boom from the battle exploded through the air, the sound shaking the very ground beneath them.Wangji watched as Wei Ying stiffened, the explosion reverberating through the earth, the shockwaves so strong that even he could feel them in his bones. The moment between them fractured. Wei Ying's thoughts, too, seemed to darken, a shadow passing over him. But Wangji's own words hung heavy in the air, still pressing."I—" Wangji began again, voice faltering as his gaze shot toward the chaos beyond, his body coiling tight with the strain of holding onto control. His emotions, his anger, were an ever-growing tempest, and the explosion, the destruction, only made it worse. "I don't know how long I can keep it in, Wei Ying.""No," Wei Ying said again, his voice firm, his hand finding Wangji's wrist with surprising strength. "You must. That thing—whatever it is—it's not you. Don't let it become your reality. The world doesn't need another monster. It needs you—the man who has always been the quiet protector, the unwavering pillar of strength."Wangji's golden eyes softened at the words, but the storm within him still raged, fierce and relentless. The battle continued to roar in the distance, a constant reminder that they were not yet out of danger. The safety of Cloud Recesses, once so near, now felt so far, an illusion drowned beneath the weight of endless conflict.Then came another explosion—louder, more violent—echoing across the sky. The earth trembled beneath them, the shockwaves vibrating through the air. Wangji's heart jolted. He could feel it—this battle was too close.Wei Ying's eyes widened. Wangji's breath hitched as a sudden, bone-deep dread filled him. The battlefield, though it raged just beyond their reach, was now a threat too close to ignore. His mind reeled, his attention snapping back to Wei Ying, whose expression was filled with the same realization.Cloud Recesses.A cold, dreadful clarity washed over Wangji, his heart hammering in his chest as he understood the danger. The battlefield might have been ripping apart the heavens, but the real threat—the one that could tear their world apart—was so much nearer than they could have ever imagined."Where did you say you left Sizhui?" Wei Ying's voice was tight, tinged with panic."Back home," Wangji answered, his face pale but composed, though the concern in his golden eyes betrayed the urgency he felt."LAN ZHAN!" Wei Ying's voice cracked, desperation breaking through. "If they keep this up, they'll be fighting inside Cloud Recesses in less than five minutes!"Wei Ying's body trembled, but there was no hesitation in his eyes as he tried to rise. His breath was quick, strained, the weight of the moment bearing down on him.Wangji followed his gaze, and the world shifted beneath him. He saw the destruction, the path the battle was taking. Odin and Vali, caught in the fury of their conflict, had drawn too close to the heart of their world—the Cloud Recesses. The force of their clash could shatter the sanctuary that had always been their refuge.His breath stilled. The battle, once an abstract threat, now held a much more immediate danger. It wasn't just about saving the world anymore—it was about saving the core of everything they had fought for. Their home, their lives, everything that mattered."VALI!" Wangji called out, his voice filled with authority, but it was lost in the tumult of the battle. Vali and Odin were too deep in their struggle, locked in a maelstrom of power that consumed everything around them.Wei Ying, however, was already rising, his body trembling but determined. The sight of him, so resolute in the face of the looming chaos, spurred Wangji into motion. There was no hesitation, no second thought. He could feel the urgency clawing at his insides, urging him forward."We must go. We have to stop them before they reach Cloud Recesses." Wangji's voice was calm, but the force behind his words carried the weight of everything they stood to lose.Wei Ying's eyes, wide with the same urgency, met his. There was no time left for debate, no time left for anything but action. Wangji reached out without a second thought, steadying Wei Ying as his friend swayed unsteadily, his body worn from the battle they'd already fought.For a moment, their gazes held. The unspoken words between them were clear. This wasn't just another battle between gods. This was about the lives they had sworn to protect—the lives of the ones they loved.Wangji tightened his grip on Wei Ying, his voice low but firm. "We will reach them." The words were not a promise, but a vow, each one weighted with the certainty that he would do whatever it took to keep them all safe.The sky above them trembled with every blow from Odin and Vali, the heavens themselves shifting with the force of their clash. Reality bent and cracked beneath the pressure, but Wangji did not falter. Every muscle in his body screamed with the need to act.They ran, moving as one, their steps quick and purposeful. The world seemed to twist with each stride—time itself seemed to fracture, the air thick with smoke and the scent of burning magic. The battle between gods raged in the distance, but to Wangji, nothing mattered more than the need to reach Cloud Recesses before it was too late.As the ground beneath them shook violently, Wangji's heart skipped a beat. The figures of the two gods loomed closer, their battle like a devastating storm, and with it, the very world seemed to tremble in fear. But it wasn't the gods' conflict that tore through Wangji's thoughts—it was the sight of Sizhui.Sizhui.He could hear Wei Ying's cry before he even turned, the sound of his voice carrying a weight that made Wangji's breath catch in his chest. Wei Ying had seen him—Sizhui—caught in the heart of the chaos, surrounded by enemies, and Wangji could feel the sheer panic radiating off of him as if it were his own."Sizhui!" Wei Ying shouted, his voice raw, desperate. The young disciple was caught in the center of the fray, fighting with everything he had, but it was clear to Wangji that Sizhui was alone, outmatched by the sheer power of the battle around him.Wangji's gaze snapped toward the battlefield. The devastation was spreading quickly. The forces of Odin and Vali were too close to Cloud Recesses, their battle threatening to tear apart the very sanctuary that they had sworn to protect.No. He couldn't—he wouldn't let it happen."We must get to him," Wangji said, his voice steady despite the storm of emotion surging within him. But before Wei Ying could respond, Wangji was already moving, his steps quick and purposeful, driven by the urgency of the situation.Wei Ying, still weakened from earlier wounds, followed closely behind, his body trembling with exhaustion, but his eyes never leaving Sizhui. The closer they got, the more impossible the task seemed. The battle had erupted around them like a maelstrom, every step forward feeling like it pulled them further away from Sizhui, further from safety."We're not fast enough!" Wei Ying shouted, his voice rising with frustration and fear. His eyes were wild, darting from one enemy to another as if he could already see the disaster unfolding before them.Wangji could feel the desperation in his chest tightening with every passing moment. He knew Wei Ying was right—they wouldn't make it in time. Not with the chaos closing in on them, not with the gods clashing like titans just ahead. But there was no choice. There never had been.The battlefield was a blur of sword strikes, magic flashing in every direction, and the constant, deafening roar of violence. Soldiers swarmed like shadows, each one more dangerous than the last."Can you do something? Use your powers!" Wei Ying cried, his voice sharp with panic as he looked to Wangji, but Wangji's gaze hardened."I can't," he said, his tone strained with the weight of the truth. "There's too much imbalance. The air, the magic—nothing is working as it should. I've been trying... everything I can." His words faltered, frustration and helplessness choking him.Then, without warning, it happened.A soldier—massive, menacing—launched a surge of energy straight at Sizhui. Wangji's heart stopped as he saw it unfold. The force of the attack was devastating, and Sizhui was caught in its wake.Wei Ying's scream split the air, a sound that echoed with pain, with helplessness. "No!" he cried out, and in that moment, it was as though the very world held its breath.Wangji saw it all—the young disciple being hurled backward, his body slammed into the earth with a sickening thud. It was as if the ground itself could not hold the weight of what was happening. The moment stretched out, unbearable, as the distance between them and Sizhui seemed to widen with every heartbeat."NO!" Wei Ying shouted again, his body surging forward in a desperate attempt to reach Sizhui. Wangji moved with him, but it felt as though they were swimming through air, each second stretching longer than the last.His chest tightened as he ran, his thoughts locked on one thing—Sizhui. The helplessness in Wei Ying's eyes, the terror in his voice—it spurred Wangji forward, until, in a split second, the choice became clear."I have not been trying everything."Wangji's words, heavy and laden with meaning, hung between them, and Wei Ying's eyes locked with his. In those moments, there was no hesitation. Wei Ying nodded, a silent understanding passing between them."Let it out," Wei Ying whispered, his voice steady, but the fear in his eyes told Wangji everything.Wangji's heart thundered in his chest, the weight of his power pressing down on him. He could feel the force of the decision surging through his veins, but it was necessary. For Sizhui. For Wei Ying. For everything.And then—before Wangji could even move—another explosion of power tore through the air, and Sizhui was flung again, his body crashing into the earth with a sickening impact.The scream that tore from Wei Ying's throat was primal, filled with anguish so raw it threatened to break him. It reverberated through the battlefield, reaching into the very heart of his soul."No..." His voice was a rasp, a shattered whisper that only he could hear, and the sound of it felt like the world itself was collapsing around him.It wasn't supposed to be like this. They were too late.Wei Ying fell to his knees, gathering Sizhui's limp body into his arms. "Baby—please, wake up!"But there was no answer. No warmth. Only the heavy silence of absence.Wangji watched as Wei Ying's hands trembled, fingers pressing desperately against Sizhui's pulse—searching, pleading. But there was nothing. No beat. No breath. Just stillness, an emptiness vast enough to swallow the world whole.A singular truth crashed over them—Sizhui was gone.A wisp of blue light unraveled from Sizhui's form, drifting toward Wangji like a fading echo. Pieces of his own power, once woven into the boy, now severed, returning to their source. The butterflies that had once danced in Sizhui's wake fluttered aimlessly, their delicate wings laden with grief.Wei Ying's anguished sobs tore through the quiet, each cry a wound that bled into Wangji's soul.He knelt beside them, gathering Wei Ying as he clutched Sizhui, holding them both in his arms. His grip was iron, his body taut as a bowstring, straining beneath the weight of loss. Slowly, he lifted his gaze. Grief shadowed his features, but beneath the sorrow, something unyielding burned. His breath came sharp and uneven, but his hands no longer shook. His resolve crystallized into something cold, something final.When his eyes found Odin, they burned with fury beyond words.In that moment, something inside Wangji shattered. The quiet, disciplined man who had walked the path of honor all his life ceased to be. In his place stood grief and wrath incarnate, unrelenting and absolute. The weight of loss twisted into something dark, something unstoppable.Odin would regret every second of this war. Every breath he dared to take.The air thickened, heavy with power that made the earth tremble in warning. This was no mere sorrow—this was retribution, raw and unrestrained.And then, all at once, the battlefield collapsed into silence. Warriors—friend and foe alike—fell where they stood, cast into sudden slumber. Only Odin, Chronos, Vali, Wei Ying, and Wangji remained untouched.The ground quaked. The sky trembled, as if it might shatter under the weight of Wangji's fury.Behind him, Chronos stirred. His expression unreadable, he looked first to Wei Ying, then to Wangji. His voice, calm and measured, carried an edge of something unfamiliar."I am free of his grip now," he said. "Let me help."Wangji barely heard him. His world had shrunk to the weight in his arms—Wei Ying trembling, whispering broken pleas against Sizhui's lifeless form.Sizhui. Gone.The thought threatened to consume Wangji whole. The warmth of Sizhui's presence, the echo of his laughter, the light in his eyes—it had all been extinguished in an instant. And now, all that remained was silence, so vast it roared in his ears, drowning out everything else.The air around him pulsed, thick with suffocating power, but Wangji barely noticed. He could feel the thing inside him—coiling, snarling, pushing against the edges of his control. The ground beneath them cracked, the sky splintering as though it could no longer contain the weight of his rage.Odin stood, unbothered, as if the destruction he had wrought was nothing more than an inevitable consequence of war. As if Sizhui's life had meant nothing.Wangji's fingers clenched tighter around Wei Ying's trembling frame. He didn't know if he was restraining himself—or preparing to unleash everything he had left.
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Wei Ying's scream tore through the night, raw and shattered, wrenched from the depths of his soul. It struck the silence like breaking glass, splintering into echoes that mocked his grief. He clung to Sizhui with trembling hands, his fingers digging in as if he could tether the boy's spirit to his failing body. His voice, cracked and ruined, stumbled over the same two words, over and over, each repetition a plea, a prayer, a refusal."My baby... my baby... please—please—"The words tumbled from his lips, broken and haunting, more a sob than speech, more a prayer than a plea. His breath was ragged, each gasp a struggle to cling to life without the heartbeat of his child beneath his hand. Once, these hands had been capable of miracles—had torn the heavens apart, brought the world to its knees. And yet now, they were useless. Powerless. Unable to save the one thing that mattered most. Unable to save his son.I told you. I told you you'd lose them if you didn't let me out. The voice in his mind was cold, cutting through his grief with icy precision. This is the price for your weakness.Lan Wangji ignroed the voice as he Wei Ying him through it, feeling every tremor, every gasping breath. Wei Ying had always endured—bleeding, breaking, but never yielding. But this—this was not a wound that could be healed, not a battle that could be fought. This was loss. The kind that hollowed a man, that left him standing in the ruins of all he had loved with nothing but the echo of what once was.Sizhui lay motionless in Wei Ying's arms, his small fingers weakly curling into his father's robes, as though, even now, he sought comfort from the arms that had once shielded him from everything. His warmth was draining away, slipping from his body with each shallow breath, leaving nothing but the cold. Wei Ying's grip tightened, his body wracked with a desperation that defied reason. His need to keep Sizhui alive, to shield him from the inevitable, was all-consuming. He rocked him, whispered to him, pleaded—like a man who had never known surrender, now begging the world to take anything but his son.Fool. The voice inside Wangji's mind hissed. This will not end. It never ends. You are too late, too weak. You should have listened to me. Wangji did his best to keep ignoring it.The night did not mourn with them. The stars did not fall. The world remained indifferent to their devastation. But the silence could not contain Wei Ying's grief. It poured from him, raw and untamed, in the form of sobs that seemed to tear apart the very air. His forehead pressed to Sizhui's cooling skin, his body a silent prayer, willing his own life to flow into the child he had lost.Lan Wangji felt it all, felt the suffocating weight of the pain that pressed down on them both. His hands, once so steady, so sure, had brushed Sizhui's hair, had held him when he stumbled, and now they could never touch that warmth again. The breath in his chest felt strangled, as though the very essence of him was being crushed under the weight of what had happened.Your weakness cost you everything, the beast whispered again, each word laced with venom. You should have unleashed me when I told you to. Now you will watch them slip away, piece by piece.He swallowed the sob that rose in his throat, forced his hand to rest on Wei Ying's shoulder, a silent anchor even as his own body trembled with helplessness. His voice came out hoarse, a whisper against the overwhelming stillness."Wei Ying..."Wei Ying did not look at him. Could not. His arms tightened, his voice breaking into something unrecognizable."Lan Zhan... you have to go. You have to bring him back."Lan Wangji stiffened. "Wei Ying—""Hel," Wei Ying gasped, clutching at Wangji's robes with shaking hands, dragging him into his desperation, his madness, his hope. "She holds the dead. She—she can give him back. She has to—Lan Zhan, she has to—"The words fractured, crumbling into sobs. "Please, please—find her. Beg her. Demand it. Take whatever she wants, give her whatever she asks. Just—bring my son back."What is left for you to offer him? What power do you think you have? The beast's voice was a sneer in his mind. Pathetic. You cannot change this. You cannot bring him back. I told you you'd lose themLan Wangji closed his eyes, his fingers tightening over Wei Ying's shoulder, it was a truth he couldn't face now, not when Wei Ying's shattered hope was in his hands. He squeezed Wei Ying's shoulder, forcing the words past the lump in his throat, his resolve hardening even as everything within him screamed against it."I will find her."Then, without another word, he moved.As Lan Wangji rose, a figure appeared, stepping into his path.Chronos.The timekeeper's presence was absolute, an immovable force that carved a wall between Wangji and the tumult of the world around him. Unshaken. Unreadable. He was an embodiment of inevitability, unyielding in his quiet strength.His voice cut through the thick air, calm yet sharp, as if slicing through time itself. It left no room for uncertainty."If there were a way to bring him back," Chronos asked, his gaze steady on Wangji, "would you take it?"A long silence stretched between them. Wangji's eyes lifted to the sky above—lightning cracked across the heavens, Vali and Odin locked in their endless battle, forces too evenly matched for either to gain the upper hand. Victory would come to the one who endured the longest.His gaze dropped back to Wei Ying, who still cradled Sizhui's lifeless body, and then returned to Chronos."I will take it," Wangji said, his voice unwavering.Chronos studied him for a long moment, a silent judgment in his eyes. Then, he spoke again, quieter this time, but no less piercing."Will you be able to pay the cost?"Wangji's voice remained steady, unshaken by the weight of the question. "What is it?"Chronos sighed, the sound heavy with the burden of ancient knowledge. "I can turn back time—back to the moment Vali joined you on the battlefield. Back when your son was still safe, before the attack on the Cloud Recesses. But rewriting time is no simple task. It comes with a price.""I will pay it," Wangji said without a moment's hesitation. "If a life must be taken in exchange, then let it be Odin's. If that is not enough... take mine."Wei Ying, lost in his grief, did not hear the words. Wangji was grateful for that. He didn't want Wei Ying to bear the weight of this decision.Chronos's eyes narrowed, a flash of warning in his gaze. "Wangji, you're letting darkness consume you. Do not allow vengeance to blind you. This is not a game."But Wangji's resolve held firm. His eyes burned with quiet fury as he met Chronos's gaze. His voice was low, but it rang with unyielding determination. "Take me back in time—take me to the moment you choose. And leave the rest to me."Chronos remained unmoving, his expression unreadable. His gaze flickered to the still form of Sizhui, cradled in his father's arms, and for the first time, a fleeting trace of sympathy passed through his ancient eyes. "This is no small thing. The consequences of tampering with time are—""I don't care." Wangji's voice was soft, but it cut through the air with a sharpness that left no room for argument. "I'll bear whatever comes. But I will bring Sizhui back. And I will make sure Odin dies."Chronos exhaled sharply, the faintest crack in his composed exterior. "This isn't you, Wangji. You're becoming something you may not be able to control."Wangji turned to face him, his expression cold, his will unshaken. "I've lost too much to care about control. The only thing that matters is bringing him back. Don't make me your enemy, Chronos."The silence between them grew heavy, stretching on, until finally, Chronos sighed—a slow, resigned breath, as if he had come to accept what could not be undone. He stepped closer, his fingers weaving through the air, pulling at the unseen threads of time."Very well," he murmured, his voice quieter now, tinged with a rare regret. "I will take you back. But remember this—there is no undoing what you set in motion. If you alter the past, you must replace what is taken. A life for a life. A power for a power. And so on."Wangji nodded, his pulse steady, his heart hardened by the weight of his decision. He felt the surge of Chronos's power as it enveloped him, felt the world around them bend, twist, and unravel as the very fabric of time was pulled into its endless currents.This time, he would not fight as Hanguang-Jun.This time, if the beast within him had to be unleashed, he would not hold back. He would do whatever it took.A flash of blinding light consumed them both, the sensation of being torn apart and reassembled at once—past and present colliding in a violent storm of forgotten echoes. Lan Wangji felt his feet touch solid ground, but when his senses returned, he realized the world he had landed in was no longer the one he had left.You will regret this, the voice of the beast whispered in his mind, cold and triumphant. But it will be too late by then.The air was thick with the scent of rain and burning incense, a fragrance both familiar and haunting. Cicadas droned in the distance, their endless song threading through the heavy night. Lanterns flickered, their trembling light casting restless shadows on the damp stone beneath Lan Wangji's feet.The weight of what he had done—what he was about to face—pressed against his chest like an iron brand. But there was no time for hesitation.He had returned.And he would not fail.The battlefield reeked of war—blood, smoke, and something deeper, something wrong. A distortion in the fabric of reality, humming at the edge of perception.Wei Ying knelt in the dirt, arms wrapped around a body that was no longer there.A strangled sob tore from his throat. His fingers clawed at empty space, disbelieving. Just moments ago, Sizhui had been here—lifeless but real, his fading warmth still pressed against Wei Ying's skin. But now—Gone."Sizhui—?" His voice cracked, raw, desperate. Silver eyes darted frantically over the battlefield, searching. His hands dug into the earth, as if he could anchor himself, as if he could pull Sizhui back from the void. "Where—where is he?!"Lan Wangji froze.Wei Ying was here.Beside him, Chronos exhaled sharply. "I pulled him into the shift. He hasn't realized it yet."Wei Ying's breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling. But then, something in his expression shifted. His fingers twitched against the earth. His breathing steadied.Slowly, his head lifted.His eyes burned with realization."No..." His voice was low, edged with a razor-sharp certainty. "This isn't right."He scanned his surroundings, truly seeing them for the first time. His body stiffened. The battle raged on around him, but everything felt off—the positions of the fallen, the arcs of the flames, the very shift in the air itself. And the blood that had stained his hands was gone, just like Sizhui's had vanished.Wei Ying realized."Wangji." His gaze snapped to his lover, intensity flaring in his eyes. "What did you do?"Wangji's gaze was steady, unwavering despite the storm of emotions that swirled beneath its surface. He stepped closer, the quiet intensity of his presence grounding Wei Ying even as his words threatened to shake him."I made a choice," Wangji finally said, voice low but firm. "To change fate. To save our son."Wei Ying blinked, momentarily stunned. Their son? His heart pounded. He knew Wangji would do anything for those he loved, but time travel? That was beyond even his most reckless plans."How?" he demanded. "How is that even possible?"Wangji hesitated. Just for a moment. A fraction of a second.Then, his expression smoothed over, his voice calm when he spoke again. "Chronos."Wei Ying felt a chill run down his spine at the name. The ancient god of time—one whose power was feared even in the darkest corners of history. But more than that, Chronos was his acquaintance. Well, "acquaintance" might be too generous—a grumpy, perpetually annoyed old god who barely tolerated him but had, on rare occasions, offered help."You—Wait, wait, wait." He raised a hand, trying to catch up with the sheer weight of what Wangji had just confessed. "You're telling me you made a deal with Chronos? That you actually convinced that moody old god to let you—what? Rewrite time?""Not rewrite." Wangji corrected softly. "Adjust."Wei Ying let out a breathless laugh, equal parts disbelief and exasperation. "Hanguang-Jun, do you even hear yourself? Chronos doesn't just let people 'adjust' time for fun. What did you give him?"Wangji's fingers curled slightly at his sides. Then, he met Wei Ying's gaze and answered smoothly, "Odin's life."Wei Ying stilled."That's it?" he asked, eyes narrowing slightly."That is the price." Wangji's voice remained steady, unshaken.But inside his head—the voice laughed."Ohhh," the beast purred, coiling like smoke at the edges of his mind. "Now you even lie. How far you have fallen, my dear Wangji."Wangji ignored it, his jaw tightening as he held Wei Ying's gaze.Wei Ying searched his face, as if trying to see past the calm mask, trying to pick apart the truth. Something felt off."Lan Zhan." His voice was quieter now, more careful. "Are you sure—""It does not matter." Wangji cut in before Wei Ying could press further. 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