sakura petals
' zewu jun is such a simp... i wish i was his wife... '
lan xichen x fem!oc
o. started june 25th, 2021...
o. completed n/a
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All the Lans jumped at the sound of the ground shaking, the smashing of trees, and someone groaning in pain.
They all, shakily, peaked over at the now smashed tree to see a bruised and bleeding Mo Xuanyu.
They all shivered and was glad it wasn't them who had to face the wrath of Madam Lan. She was just as bad as Madam Yu was rumored to be.
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Stretching out his legs, Wei Wuxian sat by the fire. Jiang Yīnghuā had healed him but had yet to apologize to him. Now that Lan Wangji was gone, he finally had a chance to clear up his confusion, also Jiang Yīnghuā had gone off somewhere. Now that he thinks about it, he could have just asked her instead. Oh well. "Right. I need to ask you guys a question. Just what is the meaning behind your clan's forehead ribbon?"
Hearing this, the boys' expressions changed at once. They all started to stammer. Wei Wuxian's heart skipped a beat and then thumped faster and faster. This couldn't be good.... Maybe he should have just asked Jiang Yīnghuā..
"Senior Mo, do you really not know?" Lan Sizhui asked with caution.
"If I knew would I have asked? Do I seem like that bored of a person?" Wei Wuxian pursed his lips slightly.
"Yes... After all, you could even do something like tricking us to line up.." Lan Jingyi mumbled, not even finishing his sentence. Lan Liang lightly bopped him on the head, signaling for him to shut up.
Wei Wuxian poked at the fire with a stick, releasing bursts of sparks. "Wasn't that for you to train yourselves and get out of your comfort zones? It really is effective. If you listen to what I say, you'll definitely benefit from them in the future." Lan Sizhui seemed as though he was carefully choosing his words. He only answered after a long while of hesitation, "Okay. The forehead ribbon of the Gusu Lan Clan means to "regulate oneself". Senior, you know this, right?"
"Yes, and?"
Lan Sizhui continued, "And the founder of the Gusu Lan Clan, Lan An, had said that one can only let go of all regulations when they are with the one they love and cherish. So, the message that has been passed down the generations is that, uh our clam's forehead ribbon is a special object that is very, very personal and sensitive. One cannot easily give another permission to touch it, one cannot take it off as they please, and one absolutely cannot tie it on someone else. It is prohibited. That is, unless, unless..." He didn't need to finish his sentence.
By the bonfire, the young, innocent faces blushed many shades of red. Even Lan Sizhui couldn't continue speaking. Lan Liang's face exploded, thinking of his mother and father.
Wei Wuxian felt almost half of the blood in his body rush to his head. 'The forehead ribbon, the forehead ribbon, th-th-the...' He stuttered in his head.
