[40.] The Will. [TW]

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The Library Room was always chilly. 

Lan Sizhui was waiting patiently, rummaging through some manuscripts and smiling at the memories of his school days here, in this very hall. Time stood still at Cloud Recesses. He grew up, his friends grew up and got married, but everything else, it seemed, was the same – the rooms, the ambience of the place, his fathers – they all remained sealed in a timeless loop that contained some sort of a preserved paradise. Perhaps this was what Hanguang-Jun aimed for, as he was running the House now, and it was all tailored in accordance with his temperament.

A-Yuan also knew that it was an illusion, it was all just on the surface. Nothing was really perfect, nor the same, and it was far from a paradise. The amount of time Hanguang-Jun and Wei Qianbei spent together alone meant that something was deeply, seriously wrong. He fully understood that his dads did not always tell him all, that they often wore a mask because of him, protecting him. 

He loved and hated them for it.

He turned at the sound of the doors opening and saw them enter – Wei Ying's lips were bruised, and Lan Wangji had forgotten to put his hair right and it was now flowing freely over his shoulders, and they both looked flushed and very happy. 

Lan Sizhui grinned and bowed:

- You are late, Hanguang-Jun.

Wei Ying laughed:

- It's my fault this time, son! We missed lunch! I am afraid we kind of missed breakfast too! – he grinned happily. – And I cannot guarantee what will happen at dinner time either!

Lan Zhan looked at him coldly and approached to hug his son.

- Forgive me, A-Yuan. I had an important conversation with your father, and I wanted to talk to you too. Privately.  –  he glared at his husband, mumbling the last word.

Astonished, Lan Sizhui looked at the one, and then – at the other; he was not worried, he knew that it was physically impossible for his dads to fall out seriously. He melted in Lan Zhan's arms and murmured, hugging him too:

- I will miss you, Dad.

- My boy...  -  Lan Zhan said gently and let him go, but smiled at him and caressed his face. For the millionth time he felt incredibly proud and happy to have him by his side, to be his father.

Wei Ying's heart melted, nothing was more important in his life than those two people – he always considered having them both near a blessing. He moved to the window and watched them sit at the low table, ready to talk. He was not planning to interrupt, he just wanted to be here. 

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