A father's son.

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A parent's love many times has been claimed to be the strongest force in the universe.

A parent would move mountains and drain seas for their child.

Lan Sizhui's especially.

Wei Wuxian left everything behind for him, starved for him to eat, fought and bled and died, for him.

And Lan Wangji took a brutal whipping for him, entered seclusion for him, gave up his goal of fleeing Gusu forever, for him.

He would never doubt their love, ever.

But he would doubt his deserving of it.

Over the past month, he has stopped using 'Dada' and 'Papa' entirely, instead, referring to them as 'Senior-Wei,' and 'Hanguang-Jun.'

He has stopped letting them intercept his bows, instead, keeping a distance, and has refused to meet their eyes, only speaking when spoken to.

His Dada and Papa are the most selfless people A-Yuan has ever met, they are righteous and loving and strong.

Lan Sizhui is just a dumb teenager, he isn't even on the level they were at his age, despite being raised by the two most powerful cultivators of all time.

Sure, he's ahead of the average disciple, but still is just a wimpy kid that needs his parents to jump in and protect him in night hunts.

The elder before him emphasised this point, "You were dealing with low-level captures!" Sizhui flinched, he had constant run-ins with his man and he always gets criticized. "How did one of the juniors under your watch get injured?!" He exclaimed as yelling was forbidden.

Sizhui trembled, gulping thickly, "I-I was distracted, sir..." He whispered, keeping his eyes on the ground as his friends stood idle.

The elder scoffed, "What does a boy like you have to be distracted about?" He questioned, shaking his head once again making A-Yuan flinch.

It was the anniversary of my families death... he thought, eyes watering.

The elder sighed, looking him up and down, "Just as I thought." He tutted, storming off with the farewell flick of his sleeve.

Lan Sizhui was left shaking, much like every other confrontation with that angry man, as his friends walked up to him.

Jingyi intertwined their fingers, "Sizhui, are you okay?" He asked, receiving an unsure nod.

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