Journey to the Beautiful Ending

C22 - Death dream

The banquet just finished. Its almost midnight but the room was still filled with candle light. The tea was served to four people but no one dared to touch any until Wei Wuxian decided to break the silence.

"Jiang Cheng, what should we do with this kids?"

Jiang Cheng sighed. "They already went far as..." He gulped. Not wanting to utter the shameless word. "...just let them be. Its useless to stop them anyway."

"Thank you, Sect Leader Jiang."

"You, Lan kid, Jin Ling. You better be ready to face the consequences of your actions."

"Uncle, A-Yuan has a name. Don't just call him Lan kid."

"Its okay."

"Don't tell me what to do, you brat. You're already good at making decisions without consulting me, huh!"

"A-Cheng, my son will make sure that Jin Ling will be protected."

"I'll do everything to protect, A-Ling."

"Why do he need to protect me? I can protect myself."

Jiang Cheng disregarded his nephew and turned to Sizhui. "Mark your words or I'm going to break both of your legs." He said then he stood and left. Jin Ling stood too when he saw his uncle leaving. He followed him outside.

Wei Wuxian looked at his son. Still not forgetting what Jingyi saw that made him tremble in fear. Figment or not, those are still a nightmare they wouldn't want to encounter. "A-Yuan, do not just protect him. Keep yourself safe too. Don't ever hesitate to ask for my help or your Fuqin. We'll both protect you."

Sizhui smiled warmly. "Thank you, Diē."

Wei Wuxian rubbed his chin and smiled naughtily. Sizhuu felt the intent look coming from his father, he lifted his head but he looked down again. "So, who deflowered who?"

"Diē." Sizhui uttered with cheeks flushed in red.

Wei Wuxian knitted his brows. "Sizhui, don't tell me, you're the one being fucked behind?"

"Die!" Sizhui swallowed and answered almost whispering. "No."

"Tch. Tch. You are really a son of HanguangJun."

Jin Ling went back to the room with Lan Wangji following him. The two both seated beside their partners.

"Sizhui, we will leave tomorrow." Lan Wangji reminded him.

"Yes, Fuqin."

Wei Wuxian, "You two can go now. The night was still long. You still can do more."

Cheeks flushed, Sizhui said, "Diē. Its embarassing if you say that."

Wei Wuxian just laughed. Sizhui and Jin Ling left as they walked hand in hand to the Fragrance Hall.

"Those two are growing up so fast." Wei Wuxian turned to face Lan Wangji. "Lan Zhan, Sizhui really took after you. How can–" Wei Wuxian was cut off by a kiss. "Lan Zhan, I'm still talking."

"Sizhui."

"What about Sizhui?"

"He will work hard tonight."

Wei Wuxian laughed. "Oh! So you will work hard tonight too?"

"Mm."

"Then let's make sure we won't get behind."

Behind close doors, two couples spent their night together with pleasure. Whoever worked hard, only them who knew.

An hour before 5am, Jin Ling was still on top of Sizhui, sleeping soundly. Since they started sleeping together, Jin Ling developed a habit of sleeping on top of the other while listening to his hear beat. Sizhui will pat or rub his back until he fall asleep. It was only a week ago since they started doing it but they already like an old couple. Sizhui only rested his eyes for an hour. He was disturbed by the thought that he will leave in the morning. He's still with Jin Ling's side yet he was already yearning for him. He wouldn't want to part with him. 'Is this how love works? When Fuqin waited Diē for thirteen years, how lonely he must be?' He hugged Jin Ling tightly. 'I'm missing you already, how about more if I'm back to Cloud Recesses?' He kissed the other's forehead and brushed his hair.

Sizhui felt Jin Ling's tight hug. He thought that he woke him up but when he checked, his eyes are still tightly closed. He noticed the tears welled up in Jin Ling's eyes and the soft sob. 'Is he having a nightmare?'

"A-Yuan, don't leave. Please wake up. Don't leave me."

Sizhui suddenly got worried. He rubbed his lover's back and hugged him tight. "I'm here. I won't leave."

But the sobbed still continued. "A-Yuan, please wake up. Open your eyes."

Sizhui frowned. 'What is he dreaming? Why is he trying to wake me up?' "A-Ling, I'm awake. I am here. Whatever you're dreaming, it won't happen." He kissed his lover's lips and wiped his tears. "I love you." With that, the sobbed subsided and Jin Ling was able to sleep soundly again.

But the things he heard, Sizhui was bothered. When the sun rose, his worries didn't leave him. Before he got up, he took the previous forehead ribbon that he still kept and put it on Jin Ling's pocket with a note.

Wei Wuxian noticed the discomfort from his son while they eat together with Jingyi so he put down his chopstick.

"What's bothering you?" Wei Wuxian asked catching the attention of Lan Wangji and Jingyi. "I know you're missing him already but you'll meet again."

"Not that, Diē." Sizhui doesn't know if he had to tell them about Jin Ling's nightmare but he knew he couldn't keep it for long. "Diē, Fuqin, this early morning, A-Ling had a nightmare."

"Nightmare?"

"It seems like..."

"What?"

Sizhui shook his head. He shouldn't bother his parents with some useless thing. It was just a nightmare. "I think I just got worried but I know it won't happen."

But Wei Wuxian was persistent. "Sizhui, tell us about this nightmare."

Sizhui thought that he shouldn't open it or showed them his worries. "It seems like A-Ling was trying to wake up a dead person."

Jingyi, "Huh?"

"Who is he trying to wake up?" Lan Wangji asked.

Sizhui hesitated.

Wei Wuxian, "Is he trying to wake you up?"

Sizhui was stunned but he eventually nodded. "He was crying. He's telling me to open my eyes and wake up. To not leave him. Why is he suddenly dreaming something like that? Was it because I'm leaving today?"

Jingyi becomes silent. Not wanting to remember the image he saw. He looked at Wei Wuxian and the latter shook his head. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji agreed not to tell Sizhui about something they weren't sure of.

"He just doesn't want you to leave. He's missing you already. Eat now so you can still stay by his side. We're leaving after three hours. Lan Zhan and I will still have to check something."

"Mm." Sizhui nodded. Though his father, Wei Wuxian, deducted it like that, he was still bothered as to why Jin Ling had that kind of dream. So weird.

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Short update.