Return of the lotus

Shattered faith

Wei Wuxian looked up. "Lan Zh-" but stopped when he saw Bichen pointed at his throat. His eyes widened as he took in Lan Wangji's expression and understood everything. He never thought it was possible to further break a broken heart but seems like in this situation too he managed to 'attempt the impossible' he internally scoffed at himself. There was hate, betrayal, disappointment, disgust and rage displayed in those golden eyes, not the former softness he held towards him. His jaws clenched as if trying to control his rising rage in order not to shred him to pieces right then and there. 'What did you expect from him? To believe you?Ha! As if you are more important than his own brother? No chance' he internally mocked himself. Wei Wuxian's heart grew painfully numb. He saw Jin Guangyao smirking in the background and thought 'oh, so that the plan' and internally sighed 'seems like he succeeded'. He calmly stood up and dusted himself. Bichen was now pointed towards his heart. He couldn't help but think 'would it be less painful if his heart was pierced'.

Suddenly the door of the temple opened revealing Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling.

Since the time Jiang Cheng learnt of the truth regarding the golden core he didn't want to believe it at first. But his mind knew just how selfless Wei Wuxian was and just wanted to confirm the truth from Wei Wuxian himself.

Fairy, Jin Ling's spiritual dog was quite restless tonight and ran away with Jin ling following her. Jiang Cheng decided to follow his nephew secretly to keep him safe. Fairy seemed to be rushing towards the temple. As he neared the temple he sensed the resentful energy grow exponentially but other than that he also sensed another person thanks to his high cultivation. He searched around and saw a figure in white leaping the temple wall to go inside. He instinctively knew something was very wrong and seemed to be related to Wei Wuxian as the figure was non other than Lan Wangji. He quickly joined Jin Ling's side scaring him shitless. They quickly made it to the temple. Jiang Cheng didn't waste anymore time and opened the doors with a loud bang. But the sight that welcomed him turned his heart cold and his breath stopped altogether. The sight that welcomed him was an unconscious Lan Xichen in Lan Wangji's arms with his sword, Bichen pointed towards  Wei Wuxian's chest, his heart and a smirking Jin Guangyao in the sidelines and immediately understood it was something he had his hands in. But the thing that left his heart unsettled was how calm Wei Wuxian looked as if there was no sword pointed at him, as if Lan Wangji wasn't glaring at him in pure, anger, hate and disgust, as if he was just here admiring the moon and just staring into the far nothingness not caring about his surrounding and people. It was the same expression, same calmness he had when he was falling down the cliff all those years ago  with a serene expression.

He didn't even notice his own complexion turning pale and his fists tightening in an impossibly strong grip and his heart beat fastening that even he himself could hear it in his head. 'No, this can't be happening. Why is he so calm? Why is this idiot not defending himself?? I still want answers from him, I still have to talk some sense into him, still have-' 'No, no, no stop! Stop! STOP!! '. He unconsciously took a step forward and shouted louder than he expected "LAN WANGJI!!!".

He started walking fastly almost running and stopped in front of the group. Lan Wangji looked at him with intense, cold eyes that could shake anyone to their core but still didn't lower the sword a bit. Jin Guangyao looked stunned as he didn't expect him and Jin Ling to arrive here. Jin Ling also looked at him slightly confused at the sudden outburst. But he waited for Wei Wuxian to face him and make  eye contact. But just as he saw his expression he realised it was one of his biggest mistakes. NO WAY in hell was he prepared to be met with a pair of calm - no - dead eyes, devoid of any emotions. There were no emotions displayed and his eyes seem to be covered by a thin sheet of frosty layer chilling him to the bones.