Sizhui

Prologue

Author's POV

Lan wangji stood infront of the waterfall where he crossed his sword with wei ying.. His wei ying...,  

he have no idea he still has the right to call the said man his. It's been twenty years since the death of the infamous yiling patriarch, since lan wangji lost his soulmate and his only light. When he got confused about the difference between right and wrong, when he was forced to the edge to choose between the lessons he learned through the years and the things that is going on infront of him, lan wangji choose what was right for him. He choose what his heart told him to so that he doesnt have any regrets. Still he is not devoid of regrets. Lan Wangji looked at the waterfall, the sound reminded him of the mischievous smiles of his beloved. Lan wangji sighed still staying in his graceful posture. He had his trusty bichen on his left hand and his right hand was kept on his back. He couldn't help but remember the time where he was punished for three years due ti the fact that he sided with the yiling patriarch. He could feel his eyes pooling with tears which he is too stubborn to let it flow with a mere memory of his loved one. He couldn't help the small smile graced his face while remembering Wen yuan, now named as Lan Sizhui, his son.. no.. their son.. the way he learned to be father, a mentor, a better person while teaching and protecting his son and the young generation. He can feel the pride in his heart when he think about how much of a respected person his son had become.

Lan Wangji never failed to play enquiry to get in contact with his beloved soul, but it was like wei ying never wanted to be found. No one can blame him, this cultivation world done his bad. Lan wangji is now the chief cultivator. He took over that position after he exposed the wrong doings of jin Guanyao, Su she and Xue yang. They got punished and the punishment served to them by his bichen. He cleared the name of yiling patriarch and made up with Jiang Cheng. He taught the world to follow their heart as long as the justice prevails. His brother, Lan Xichen... Lan Wangji knows that he is proud of him. The name, HanguangJun has become a hope for everyone. Still Lan Wangji knew he is not happy. He is happy for everyone, but when it is comes to him, there is always a void there and no one can fill it except him. His aloof face doesnt show that amount of pain he is in. Each day without him in the world is like thousand needles piercing through his heart. Still he stood high for his loved ones. For his family, for his son. Now it is the time to rest. The sad smile his brother gave him today morning before he arrived at the waterfall said it all. He knew, he knew all along how tired he is, how broken he is. Wangji didn't know is this a fool's dream or not. The feelings he have for Wei ying never reciprocated when he was alive. But he knew they had a connection, like their souls were bound together with the red string of fate.

Now he doesnt know what to think.. if they are fated to each other, then why didnt he come back. Did the world hurt him that much that he dont want to be found.? Or he simply doesn't want to be seen by him.

"Wei Ying..." Lan Wangji breathed out.

"Will we ever cross path again...? Do you remember me..?" A lone tear finally escaped from his eyes making streaks on his porcelain white defined cheeks. Wangji looked towards the sky, missing the moon that witnessed their first ever sparring.

Wangji walked back to the cold cave where he prostrated infront their ancestors with wei ying. He remembered the moment he connected them together with his forehead band like he is connecting them together with the red string of fate. He can still hear the phantom voice of wei ying calling him Lan Zhan.. no one calls him that other than him, now that he is not here, the name is not well known and it's not like wangji want anyone else to call him by his birth name. Wei ying always had his own precious people like lady Jiang and Jiang Cheng, Wangji can only hope he was also a part of it. He sat down in front of the jade white guqin and played wangxian one last time remembering all the moments he spend with wei ying.

"I love you wei ying... hope we meet again..." Lan Wangji thought while finishing the song. He laid his head on the top of the guqin and closed his eyes.