Lan Sizhui sat on his bed. Alone. Numb. He had no more tears to cry. At least, that's what he thought. The images of what had happened two days ago haunted his thoughts like soulless spirits during the day and shadowy horrors at night.
It was late. Or was it early? It was well past the clan sleeping hour but not yet the waking hour. Soon it would be his turn to pass energy onto his father once again. Even though it was painful to look at his injured and unconscious parents, Sizhui hurried to get ready. It was the only time he was allowed to spend time with Lan Zhan and his Xian-gege.
And he cherished every moment knowing it might be his last with the two men who had saved him and loved him as their own. The two men who had never judged him or treated him differently because of his heritage. The two people in the world he would give his life for.
A-Yuan combed through his long black hair noticing it had more tangles in it than before. He secured his Gusu Lan headpiece with shaking hands. He felt the knot in his throat becoming larger and tried to swallow it down. Tonight, for some reason, his robes felt heavier than usual as he shuffled across the room to get his sword.
Keep it together. For them.
A soft knock at the door made him jump, dropping his blade. He cursed himself for being so on edge and clumsy. Before he made it to the door, Lan JingYi entered with a worried look on his face.
"A-Yuan, are you alright?" he blurted out, rushing to Lan Sizhui's side.
"Mn." A-Yuan answered, his head down as he fought back the tears building in his tired eyes.
Why did everyone have to ask him that? Could they not see the struggle in his eyes to not scream? To not accuse the fates of being cruel?
Why did they have to ask that same question? Why did they ask when they knew his only response would be unstoppable tears that burned his bloodshot eyes and raw skin?
"You sound like Hanguang-jun." Lan JingYi said with a soft smile. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend as the sobs broke free from Lan Yuan's throat. He held the crying man he loved until A-Yuan's shoulders no longer shook. Until the irregular choking hiccups ceased.
Wiping his face with the sleeves of his robes, which Lan JingYi thought was very much like Master Wei, Lan Sizhui blinked back the few remaining tears.
"What are you doing here, A-Yi? I can't help you with your lessons right now. It's my turn to help father and spend time with dad."
"No. It's actually not." Lan JingYi said. He reached down and took Lan Sizhui's hand in his and began pulling the grieving son out of the room.
"A-Yi, what are you doing? Let me go!"
"Uh-uh. I'm taking you to Yunmeng."
Lan Sizhui pulled back on the strong hand holding his. "What? Now? Why? I can't leave! I can't leave until they're both awake and alive. I have to take care of them. I....."
"YOU.....aren't going to do ANYTHING.....except take care of yourself! You! You stubborn donkey!" Lan JingYi shouted.
Lan Yuan froze. He had never seen his companion so angry. In all the years they had known each other, Lan JingYi was always the one who smiled and laughed, a soul that did not seem to have a care in the world. In many ways, Lan Sizhui saw his dad in JingYi which is maybe why he was drawn to him from the start. A familiar soul that comforted him, that allowed him to just be himself instead of the son of the two greatest cultivators and future clan heir.
"A-Yi, I...." A-Yuan began.
"I already talked to Zewu-jun and he agreed." JingYi revealed with a forceful nod.
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The Wedding Curse - Book 2 (Complete) Extras coming Sept 2021
Fiksi Penggemar*** PLEASE READ STOLEN MEMORIES ARE NEVER FORGOTTEN FIRST****** They say that people change after they get married. Wei Ying and Lan Zhan have been through so much in their young lives that change was inevitable for them. They are not the same men...
