Alternate Universe. This scene happened after they both had got married.
[ This scene happened on their wedding’s first night.]
“Lan Zhan… I love you…” They are sweating and panting, trying to catch their breath. Lan Zhan was still on top of Wei Ying and deep inside of him. He leaned closer, placed a soft kiss on Wei Ying’s lip. “Mnn...” Lan Zhan’s usual reply, they had been calling out their love with each other for the entire three sessions. Finally, he slowly slides out his manhood from Wei Ying’s entrance. Cum oozing out then dripped off, making a trail down onto the silk sheet. Wei Ying only trembled slightly over the loss, and not that Lan Zhan minded that the sheet got dirtied. With a satisfied gaze, Lan Zhan undid his forehead ribbon. Pristine white fabric stitched with the motif of clouds. The value of the ribbon only meant to be given to a chosen person for the owner’s whole life.
Lan Zhan’s gaze solid and unswayed, still fixed over Wei Ying’s silvery orbs. “I love you Wei Ying.” His voice was soft and clear.
His silvery orbs sweep over his husband face, watching the other with his wide smile. A gaze of affection and fondness, unmistakably their feelings were mutual. “I love you, husband.” Wei Ying confessed back the words that they were chanting all along their sessions. Which were purely genuine and truthful words. Lan Zhan reached towards Wei Ying’s right hand and gently held on it. He brings the delicate hand over his chin. Hovered his lips, he kissed the ring finger.
“I love you...Wei Ying...You’re mine...” Lan Zhan whispered against the slender finger, like a chant. Binding a soul together, not allowing the other escapes. He raised his head from the delicate hand.
“I love you Wei Ying.” Lan Zhan brings another hand over the top of Wei Ying’s, brushing it softly. He makes his way towards the ring finger, knotting a ribbon with his forehead ribbon.
Wei Ying gasps, his heart fluttering inside of his chest, only Lan Zhan who could do it. With his soft gesture and genuine act, his whole heart melted instantly. “I'm so happy.“ Wei Ying whispered, tearing up, and he brings his hand over Lan Zhan’s cheek. Lan Zhan turned his head slightly over Wei Ying’s palm, and placed a soft kiss. Then he reaches out to the teary eyes, and he rubbed it gently, wiped off the warm tears. “Don't cry...”
Wei Ying crashed his slender body forward, hugging Lan Zhan tightly while sniffling. His delicate arms wrap around him firmly.
“You make me so happy.” He breath out hoarsely.
Lan Zhan pats on Wei Ying’s head, softly and gently.
“Mn...” Despite the short answer. He feels extremely happy. He found back the one he loves. He could touch Wei Ying now, and he could pull Wei Ying into a tight embrace.
Most important of them all… The Emperor's Smile of Wei Ying... The most precious smiles that he will never forget... He got to see it again...
“I love you...”
Wei Ying laughs softly, their loves chants aren’t going to stop anytime soon. He gives a peck on Lan Zhan’s lips.
“I love you.” He said back towards Lan Zhan with his brightest smiles.
-After a few months of their marriages-
Wei Ying stays on the bed, his body feeling sore as he opens his eyes. Lan Zhan never spare him any day off.
“Every day is every day.” His husband lies beside him, asleep. Carefully, he shifts to leave the bed quietly. As quiet as possible, however his attempt was futile.
The temperature beside Lan Zhan dropped, fluttering his eyes open. Beside him was an empty space, Wei Ying isn't lying beside him. Lan Zhan immediately up awake, “Wei Ying...?” his voice cracked the silences.
He halts himself, adjusting he turned to face his husband “Good morning, husband.” He whispered, smiling and covering his lightly swollen bottom lip from last night.
Lan Zhan glances at the window, the sun have not risen yet. It’s rare for Wei Ying to wake up before him. Lan Zhan reaches out his hand towards Wei Ying’s wrist, “It’s early.” “Mhm.” Wei Ying nods, slides off his wrist from Lan Zhan. He went away to puts his robe on and covering his mouth fully then makes his way towards the door and walks outside. Wei Ying was acting weirdly, however he waited for Wei Ying. Stayed on bed, he felt uneasy. He cannot calm down, not knowing where he went and what is he doing. He gets off from his bed, taking his neatly folded robe, put it on properly and strides out from room. Wei Ying had walked far until he reached outside of the gates, eyes half lidded, as he keeps on walking. He stumbled a few steps, feeling nauseous before throwing up on the side of the road. Lan Zhan was searching for Wei Ying but he couldn’t find him anywhere. Within a few radiuses away, some noise could be heard from few distances, alerted to the location. He strides right away and arrived to see Wei Ying on the side of the road. Quickly, he goes to Wei Ying and supports him by holding the shoulder. “Wei Ying? You're sick? Fever?” Another hand swiftly reached out to Wei Ying’s forehead and checks his temperature.
“ I don't have fever.” Wei Ying mumbled, true enough he doesn't have one. Wei Ying clings to his husband, whimpering a bit. "I don't know why.." He mumbled again. He sounded weak, exhausted and worn out.
Lan Zhan knitted his eyebrows together, giving a look of concern towards Wei Ying. "Your stomach hurt..? Did you eat anything bad..?" He couldn't think of any reason why his wife gotten sick. "It'll wear off." Wei Ying stated then leans closer and burying his face on his husband's neck. He closes his eyes. "It only happens at morning anyway.” he sighed softly against his husband’s neck.
Lan Zhan absolutely still worrying, “Since when did you get this sickness,” he can't recall the sight of his wife getting this sick before. He keeps on pondering in thought what had happened to his wife and how long did this happened without his acknowledgments.
“A week now,” Wei Ying shrugs, his hand goes toward his husband chest. Gripping on the robes firmly, “I don’t want to worry you… Lan Zhan, can you take me back to the Jingshi? “
Lan Zhan isn't satisfied with Wei Ying’s intentions. Not telling him, avoiding him, makes him worry. However, he needs to aid Wei Ying first.
“Mn,” Lan Zhan takes on Wei Ying weight by lifting him up on his arm. Hand wrapped around Wei Ying waist whiles the other holds onto Wei Ying’s thigh, exactly like a bride. He holds Wei Ying firmly, taking him back into the Jingshi carefully.
Wei Ying stayed still and kept quiet on their way back. He is avoiding meeting his husband's eyes, acting odder than his usual self does.
Lan Zhan realized, Wei Ying was quiet and oddly distinct. Wei Ying is well-known as the one who talk nonsense and not learning from pain. He wouldn’t be the one to stays still in silent for a minute. After the short silence, they finally arrived at the Jingshi, Lan Zhan gently places Wei Ying on the bed, “I'll get the physician,”
“ No… Stay.” Wei Ying grabs his husband’s wrist, blinking then sudden tears roll off from his eyes.“ Don't leave, Lan Zhan.” His voice breaks, staring at him with his silvery orbs. Lan Zhan’s eyes grow wide, quickly shifts his fingers to wipe off the warm tears from the soft cheeks. “Wei Ying, tell me,” his voice was low and full of concern.
He sniffs, almost choking on his tears. “I've been trying some things to get my old cultivation back… But this body… Too weak... It doesn't take it well.” Wei Ying admitted, observing his husband's reaction.
Lan Zhan registers every single word that came out from Wei Ying mouth. Feeling as if his heart had stopped beating. He snaps out from his head within a few seconds. “Stop it,” Lan Zhan face was expressionless but hints of mixed feeling could be seen, barely flashed on his face. “But Lan Zhan… If I could get it back, perhaps I can help you more,” He tries to reason with the other, revealing his full intentions. “ And maybe— we can have a child of our own. There might be a way.” He added, wanting to be stubborn and places a hand over Lan Zhan’s chest. “No, stop it,” Lan Zhan said it calmly while looking like his usual self. He couldn't let Wei Ying hurt himself more. He doesn't want to see it again. It's hurt so much, unable to help or cease Wei Ying’s pain when he got hurts. “I won't let you risk your life,” he stated these words clearly. It could be seen that the result isn’t promising. Anything could go wrong, and he will lose Wei Ying again for eternity.
“It'll be more dangerous stopping halfway.” Wei Ying visibly flinches, placing a hand on his stomach and closing his eyes. “ I… I can't stop now.” He did it, secretly makes his way to archives things and brings back surprises.
He could feel the needles stabbing on in heart. Just why he had to do it? Unable to stop Wei Ying, “There is no others way...?” His golden orbs stare into Wei Ying's silvery orbs with the hope to hear a better answer.
“Ahh—” Wei Ying gasped, hands clenching his husband’s robes as he whined in pain. “Lan... Zhan..” He mumbled in half consciousness, “I need you to cultivate with me.” He breathed, voice laced with pain.
Lan Zhan did not want to waste any more time, he holds on Wei Ying's hand, “Mn,” He immediately agreed without haste on whatever Wei Ying needs. He wants to save Wei Ying and nothing more, he is willing to do anything. Even if it meant giving away his golden core, he will not hesitate.
“Our bodies must be connected.” He whispered, undoing his husband’s robes with all the strength he has to spare. Lan Zhan pristine skin appealed as his robes loosened, a burned mark of branded imprints over his chest the same as Wei Ying’s old body. “Ple… Please...” he could only plead weakly while his orbs fixed on Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan moves his hand swiftly, undid the sash, loosening and undressing Wei Ying’s robes. Black cotton slides off from the wife’s shoulder. Beneath him, revealed a slender figure, almost like a woman’s figure. Shining in the dark, smooth pristine skin. He leans closer and kisses Wei Ying’s lips softly. He needs to be quick, scared of whatever consequences would happen when it is too late.
“During the process, my heart will stop for ten seconds, and your lungs will be the ones to breathe for me.” He stated calmly, kissing his husband back and straddling his lap. Leaving his husband no choice but to takes it calmly.
Lan Zhan’s expression clearly showed the pains and worries. Unable to argue, he swallows the sorrows. Holding it deep inside protects it from breaking apart. 'Not now,' he firmly told himself. He should be able to hold on his stoic face, he needs to be stronger. He shouldn’t let himself break apart. At least, not now and not yet. “I promise I'll come back to you no matter what.” He whispered, soft palms reaching down to pump his husband's manhood. Lan Zhan manhood grow bigger and harder. Throbs in heat as Wei Ying goes on pumping it. Not forgetting his obligation, Lan Zhan’s fingers proceed with the process, loosening his wife’s entrance. Gently sliding into the warm entrance, making its way in and out. The gestures are smooth and delicate, goes in and out in simple rhythms.
Wei Ying buries his face on Lan Zhan's neck, trembling as he continues to move his hands. He coughs a few times, blood sprinkles out from the rough cough. Accidentally staining the latter's pristine skin. His breath hitches as he closes his eyes slowly, movements stopping altogether as if he is slowly dying. Lan Zhan's white snow skin turns pale, paler than he already was. His eyes land on Wei Ying with his biggest horror twisted in front of his own eyes. The amount of blood stained on himself that came from Wei Ying. He needs to be quicker, “I'm sorry...” he rushes to put his dick over Wei Ying’s pucker entrance. Biting on his lips as he is unwilling to hurt Wei Ying more than the current pains.
“ Lan Zhan.. I love you.” He mumbled, clinging to his husband with everything he had left. He felt the spiritual energy passed onto him in strong pulses. What will happen, will happen. Whatever the future will come, he will face it and embraces it. If this really the end, he hopes he could give a little happiness for Lan Zhan.
Wei Ying fixed his wilted gaze over Lan Zhan’s beautiful golden orbs. Mesmerized by the beauty, the stoic face is mix with anxiousness and worry. He could see how much Lan Zhan love him dearly. He drew on his ‘Emperor’s Smile’. Brightly warm, alluring and intoxicating on one soul. His most earnest smiles still bright as ever and the same as that night.
Lan Zhan’s heart trembles over hearing those words and the stunning smiles. “I love you, Wei Ying...” his voice was heavy and drowned with sorrows. Lan Zhan slowly brings himself to pushes in his tip into the entrance. He wraps his hand around Wei Ying to hold him close. He didn’t want to part away from his wife. What will he have if his wife gone forever? Those ten years of inquiry, enough to show how insane he is back then. Now, losing Wei Ying again? What will he become?
Wei Ying's breathing started to slow down until his heart turns quiet, not beating and no pulse. The ten seconds go on as if the world becomes slow. Lan Zhan eyes closed tightly, the ten seconds was dreadful for him. Seconds of horror, imagining the worst. What if Wei Ying wouldn’t ever wake up again? What if he will not smile again? What will he do without Wei Ying? His eyes trickles down a few drops of tears. Wei Ying’s chest heaves for air again, silvery orbs slowly peers out from his eye sockets.
The first movement of his wife make his eyes open again. Loosening his hand around Wei Ying, swiftly he lifts up his face to takes a look on Wei Ying’s complexion. He inspects on every single visible inch of him. Observing the traces of ‘life’, how clearly it showed that his wife is alive and breathing again.
Gaining his consciousness again, Wei Ying's eyes widened at the sight of his husband in tears, he reaches out and wiping the salty drops off his cheeks. “Lan Zhan, I'm sorry! Please don't cry.” Lan Zhan isn’t one that could easily show his tears, the stoic man pride harder than any rock. Hence, the sight shocked him more than he should, his heart weak over his husband’s tears.
“Mn...” His usual answer that meant he is alright. However, it is contrasting from what he said. His tears are still dripping. His heart ached with sorrows and glads. Eyes still fixed on Wei Ying, observing every feature of him. Making sure, he is all right, “Wei Ying... Anywhere... Hurt?” His voice came out hoarse and shaky.
“No, I'm fine.” If anything to be worried, there isn’t any. His wife's eyes shine brightly, even brighter than before as he leans in and kisses the tears away. “I'm here, Lan Zhan.” He softly whispers, alluring and seductively. The whisper was gentle and soothing his emotions.
“Mn...” He pulls Wei Ying into a tight hug, embracing the heat from his wife. Wei Ying is warm, moving and breathing, the proof of life. Lan Zhan’s tears stopped, feeling glad and relieved. His wife is still breathing and alive.
“I didn't mean to scare you.” He whispered close beside Lan Zhan’s ear. The both of his arms wraps around Lan Zhan, hugging him back before gasping as he realized the other is still inside him. “Mngh— Lan Zhan…” he whines softly, Lan Zhan’s manhood, hard and thick inside him, despite the tension.
Lan Zhan acknowledged the manhood of his below, hard and halfway inside the sacred chamber. He pushes all of it in, let out a shaky hot breath beside Wei Ying ear. “Wei Ying...” He calls out to his wife softly. He wants to move his hips, badly and roughly like their usual routine.
“Please...” He whines, moaning on Lan Zhan’s ear and his hand reaches towards pristine ribbon. His fingers brush against it and circling, playing with the strands of the forehead ribbon. “Husband— ahh… I need you.” The purrs slurred out seductively, tempting Lan Zhan to be wilder.
Lan Zhan let out a sharp breath, as his hips start moving rapidly. Panting on each thrust, he made. He breathes in Wei Ying’s scent, the smell of lotus and sweat. Alluring and intoxicating, stirring his inside like an aphrodisiac. Lan Zhan starts to forget the sorrow that happened a while ago. He wants to tell how much he loves Wei Ying now.
“I love you.” Wei Ying moaned, gripping onto Lan Zhan’s shoulder as he moves his own hips. “I love you so much, Lan Zhan.” His voice was trembled as he feels the manhood rubbing inside of him. He shifts then moving his hips up and down against his husband's manhood. The paces are slow yet the rhythm goes into perfect harmony. “Anh—”
“Mnn.. hnn,” his hips start to move faster. The sound of wet slamming and panting echoing filled the room. Lan Zhan nuzzling on Wei Ying's neck, licking a spot before brushes his teeth slightly over the delicate skin then sunk into it. He placed a soft kiss on it before suck on it, a faint red marks linger on the pristine skin.
Wei Ying pants, letting out moans as Lan Zhan slammed harder, crying out and pulling on the forehead ribbon. “Husband! “ He whines, looking like a mess, grips on the ribbon tightly. His toes curl as his back arched forwards. The pleasure he receives too intense yet it isn’t enough yet to make him come.
He groans as receiving the pleasure while giving the pleasure to Wei Ying. His mind could only be filled with how erotic Wei Ying is from his expression, voice, body and everything. Lan Zhan forehead ribbon slowly starts loosening and fall off from his forehead. Distancing his face from Wei Ying's neck, golden orbs gaze into grey orbs.
The gaze he makes was an adored one. Appreciating the one that still breathing, cried out lewdly, excitingly messed up, and warm with love. “I love you...” Lan Zhan slowly approaches the swollen lips with a soft peck. Appreciating the one that still breathing, cried out lewdly, excitingly messed up, and warm with love.
Wei Ying smiled against Lan Zhan lips, his body relaxing at the sweet gesture before placing a hand on his husband’s chest. “Lan Zhan… Ahhh— good!” He throws his head back, closing his trembling eyes. “ Let's have a baby.” He mumbles, breathlessly and shamelessly.
“Mn,” his thrust goes on, hard manhood wet and leaking with clear liquid. The inside of Wei Ying feels warm and tight around his manhood. Lan Zhan pushing in deeper, giving Wei Ying a good rubs inside and keep on repeating the actions.
“ Lan Zhan, Ha— Ha—” He moans, breathless as he continues to ride on his husband's manhood. His body trembles with pleasure as he bounces up and down on the manhood. “Close ...” Both of them are wild, like bunnies in heat, humping and bouncing against each other.
He pushes Wei Ying down on the bed, letting him lay down. Lan Zhan grab on Wei Ying's hips, his trust become faster and deeper. Groaning on every thrust, he gasps out the same two words “Wei...Ying... Mnn... Wei Ying...” Its goes on repetitively and never ending, his most favorite phrases.
Wei Ying cries out hoarsely, grips on Lan Zhan’s shoulder firmly, toes curls and his body arched up as he releases between their bodies. His manhood squirts out lovely milk and still jolting as he breathes heavily.
After Wei Ying released, he thrust into the deepest part of Wei Ying, staying deep before squirting out ‘Jade Milk’ inside Wei Ying. He lowers down his gazes, observing the mess between their bodies while panting heavily.
Wei Ying groans, wrapping his arms around Lan Zhan as he scoots closer to him and holding him close as he catches his breath, his body still trembling lightly under his husband. Traces of smiles could be seeing over his breathless state.
Lan Zhan breath becomes steady then he pulls out slowly. He embraces Wei Ying into a hug, kissing the forehead. “I love you...” Taking his forehead ribbon, slowly knot a ribbon on Wei Ying's ring finger and placing a kiss on it.
“I love you.” Wei Ying smiled, blushing from the sweet gesture. The one he will never forget, this is the most unforgettable affection that Lan Zhan ever showed him on their first wedding night. “Husband..” He places a soft kiss over his lips. What could have gone wrong? Have a lovely person by his side.
“Mn...” he could go on forever looking at Wei Ying's beautiful face. His hand softly touches Wei Ying's cheek. Lan Zhan slightly smiling while lost in enchanted by the mess of his wife. Wei Ying could always make his wild thumping stop.
“Thank you.” He mumbled, a stray tear escaping his eye. “You make me the happiest.” The pure smiles still curl up over his plumps lips. Bright like the star yet intoxicating like the Emperor’s Smile that could drive you mad into trances.
Lan Zhan leans forward, kiss the tear away. The salty drop moisturizes his lips, again he gently rubs Wei Ying’s cheek.
The rubs soft and soothing, Wei Ying start to close his eyes and leans on Lan Zhan’s chest. He feels so tired and drained. The cultivation surely too much for him but for his husband, his partner, his savior, these are the best he could give towards him. A faint soft smile stayed on his lips as he slowly drove into sleep.
Slowly, he moves and gets the clean clothes. Gently wipes off his wife, cleaning up the mess. The actions were gentle and tender. He makes sure that Wei Ying sleep doesn’t disturbed.
He shifted Wei Ying into a comfortable posture, however Wei Ying turned and leaned over Lan Zhan. He gave in, shifted himself closer then closes his eyes, the warmth and his wife’s presence always calming him.
[The Morning]
Early riser as always, despite all the rough activities at night, he will always rise at five in the morning. However, as he woke up from his rest, the space beside him feels cold, very cold. Did Wei Ying got up first? Slowly he flutters opened his eyelids, golden orbs greeted with his wife angelic face, the same soft smiles stayed on the face.
Something is off, it doesn’t feel right. Lan Zhan brought up his hand over Wei Ying’s cheek. Cold. It’s cold. IT’S COLD!? WHY? Golden orbs shrunk deeply, disbelief of what he had faced. His chest started to feel pressured and suffocated. Pale fingers start to shaking while hold on the cold cheek.
‘Throbs’. Painfully throbbing inside, is this reality? His lips pursed open while trembling. “Wei Ying,” he whispered lowly with his hoarse voice. No response comes from his wife, his breath stuck inside his lungs. His chest becomes suffocated, the air stuck inside couldn’t come out. This is a dream right? The same repetitive haunting nightmare right? Please… Tell me this isn’t true.
What can he do now? Wei Ying was really bright last night. Where did it go wrong? Hasn’t he lost enough? He is willing to give up his own golden core if he knows this would happen! Why!? TELL ME WHY!? WEI YING! The thin lips start to quiver, pursing it thinly. His eyes start to turned red, breathing becomes harder. Lan Zhan shifted closer and pulled Wei Ying’s cold body close to his chest. Trembling hand wraps around the cold body, his body starts to heaves uncontrollably.
“Wei Ying… Wei Ying…. Wakes up… Wei Ying…”
[ Years Passed ]
Gusu Lan, high over the hills. The scenery peaceful as ever, junior disciples working hard in the study room while bunnies hops around the garden. Everything the same, nothing ever changed. Couples of disciple walks past the Jingshi quietly while giving it a concerned look. After they are far enough from the Jingshi, one of them started to speak up.
“He stills on it… He used to be a very wise man and most esteemed…”
The other disciple hit their rib with his elbow.
“Tone it down! What if the others hear!” He hissed in low voice. Scared if they get caught gossiping. “Ouch- But I'm saying the truth!” He complained while rubbing his rib before continues again. “He won’t give up! Keep waiting for someone that –“ cut off from his trashing. Immediately their faces turned white, as white as paper. Turning around, a senior stood behind them.
“Please refrain yourself from gossiping. Especially our Senior HanGuang—Jun.” He warned, eyes flashed dangerously.
“As for detention, I want ten copies of the Section Rules.” He stated.
Both of the junior disciples bow down apologetically before fleeing away. The senior sighs, turns his head towards the lone Jingshi. Melodies of Guqin could be heard strumming from the Jingshi,
“HanGuang—Jun…” The senior mumbled in sorrows.
“SiZhui!” A loud voice called towards him from a few distances away. As loud as ever, he shakes off the melancholy and quickly darted off.
“JingYi you’re too loud…” He said, however, JingYi is few distances away.
[ Inside the Jingshi ]
The Guqin stops played, the man got off from his sit, strides towards the bed and flops down at the side. The bed occupied by a beauty, pristine white skin. The skin fragile like porcelain, white and smooth. The black flocks silky and placed upwards. The beauty is sleeping, the man brought his finger towards the beauty’s cheek and softly brushes it.
“Wake up… I have loquats… They’re sweet…” He whispered.
However, the beauty never answered the man calls. No matter how long he waits, he will never wakes up. The cold body immobilized, still and lay down. Not a single muscle twitching.
“Wei Ying… I’ll wait…”
[Sequel]
Wei Ying’s POV.
His eyes opened wide, softly breathing. Lying beside the sleeping husband, he thought he could sneaked away when his husband asleep. It's seems, it's pointless to do that. Since his husband is very sharp. Now he doesn't have the time anymore.
Wei Ying brings his hand up, brushing Lan Zhan’s cheek. His gazes full of concern and longing. “Lan Zhan… I'm sorry, I love you.” He shifts closer to his husband, pecking a soft kiss over his husband lips for the last time. He knows very well that he couldn't last longer inside this vessel. Despite the resurrection going well and brings him back to this world. The fact that the ritual isn't as successful as the outcome wasn't visible to other's eyes.
He had been keeping it alone. His eyes caught on the ribbon over his ring finger. He never knew that Lan Zhan could be this romantic, and he had always treated him fondly. This second chance of living had shown him a lot of things and mostly letting him experiences happiness. In the first place, he doesn't mind dying soon. The sooner the better, he doesn't want to develop more attachment with anyone. Now he couldn't bring himself to go. The 13 years of inquiry enough to prove that his husband, Lan Zhan could go insane losing him again. “What have I done… Again….” He mumbled. A drop of tear rolled off his socket. His heartbeat starts to get weaker. This time, it will stop forever. The ten second, doesn't help him much. However, it's for Lan Zhan.
Wei Ying wipes off the tear on his face then immediately smiles again like his usual cheerful self. “Lan Zhan…. If I got the chance…. To be reincarnated. Let's meet again in the future.” He said it breathlessly, breathing as hard as he could. The air didn't come into his lungs. He closes his eyes slowly, well it's the end.
“Lan Zhan… Thank yo….”
[ After Thousands Years Passed ]
The city is busy with the town's people. No matter what time it is, morning, evening or night. People are always busy in their daily routine. Lights gleam on the signboards, pretty and stand out in the night.
A lad is skipping in his step, sneaking around back to the dorm. He had been sneaking out from the dorm to play around again. Bringing back some wine to toast with the other, he grins from ear to ear. “Stop.” A single instruction. Making the lad stop in his skip. Slowly he turned around. “Alcohol is prohibited in the dorm.” A man, in a white shirt. His eyes are gold colored, hair black and nearly combed backwards. Inside of his heart, flowers start to flutter. Finally, he meets him. The lad looks around then he stands upright. He pulls on a wide bright smile. The exact same as the night where the moon become the witness of their first encounter.
“Emperor’s Smile! I'll give you a bottle, so could you pretend you never saw me?” He phrased.
The very same words, this is…. Wei Ying.
“No.” The stoic man refused. However, his voice was soft. After all, he had been waiting and searching for him. No matter how long, he will wait for him. No matter what may come, he will never give up.
“Oh! Gege, please give me some face.” He pleads ready to flee away. In fact, he never saw this man before in this University. He frowns at the thought of familiarity. ‘Whoever this person may be, he is too stiff! Not a fun person to pokes around!’ Wei Ying complained inside.
“Name and dorm. I'll send you there. Tomorrow I'll pick you up for detention.” he stated. He is the director of Gusu Lan University, well it's wasn't his work to takes a student for detention. However, he is willing for Wei Ying.
“Ah…” The lad shifts and slowly tries to step away. The man was quicker. He strides forward and caught on the lad's wrist.
—The End—
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