|𝐖𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞| 1st Version

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"Have you heard what the Yiling Laozu, Wei Wuxian has done?"

"I heard that Wei Wuxian had brainwashed the pristine Hanguang-Jun."

"Aiyah, that poor kid."

"Apparently the four main sects are getting prepared to finally put an end to his madness."

"Well, it was about time."

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~Gusu~

A damp cloth would occasionally make contact with the young man's cheek ever so gently, before being applied ointment where the small scratches laid.

Noticing his breathing began to become irregular, he felt a strong grip on his white robes, unwilling to let go. Beads of sweat began decorating his forehead. "Lan..." To his weak whispers of plea, Hanguang-Jun gave up trying to get his robe loose, -if pulling ever so gently meant he wanted it free- because if Wei Ying called out for him, even in his weakest moments, meant he trusted him enough to take care of him and protect him for the time being.

Hanguang-Jun kneeled next to the side of the bed, robe still being held tight, he began to play a small tune on his guqin, humming a little melody as he did, bringing the boy a sense of tranquility and peace. After a short while the boy's breathing became normal, slowly releasing his grip from Hanguang-Jun's robe. And with that Hanguang-Jun left.

'Stay a little longer.'

When Hanguang-Jun came back the next day he didn't expect to see the young man sitting up looking dazed. The young man's eyes roamed around the room before landing on a pair of golden eyes.

"Lan Zhan?!"

The first thing he expected Wei wuxian to do was lash out on him for bringing him here, while he was unconscious. But none of that happened, instead Wei Wuxian sat there looking all stiff and confused just staring at him as if he had grown two heads. Maybe he should start playing clarity? Something seemed rather off. Examining Wei Wuxian carefully, he noticed that his robes were of a different color: dark grey with white sleeves and not to mention the Jiang bell with a black and white tassel hanging from the side.

Wei Ying, 'Oh no, did I end up killing the both of us?! Lan Zhan I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. Wait! If we are dead then-'

"Wei Ying, stop."

"Huh...Stop what?"

"Pinching." Pointing to an already red spot on his hand.

"Oh" Rubbing his now red hand. "It's an old habit I picked up." He let out a nervous laugh. Wangji just let out an 'Mn' not convinced.

'Okay so we're not dead. Can dead people feel pain?'

This could be worse in Wei Wuxians opinion, watching Lan Zhan sitting there like a monk pouring tea for him and himself. All while looking calm, but rather too calm for his liking. He couldn't decide if he liked this or not, cause if he remembers correctly, Lan Wangji was always on edge.... Always so moody. How long has it been since he's last seen him this calm and reserved, probably since their last goodbye. And if he was being honest he rather have him stay like this than watch him lose his mind.

Wei Ying's eyes roamed around the strange room that they were in, this time taking full notice of his surroundings. Wei Ying found it a bit strange for Lan Zhan to be wearing his "old mourning robes" and in an organized room no less. Were they in cloud recesses?! This thought made Wei Wuxian's insides twist. Wei Wuxian was having an internal conflict with lots of questions surging through his mind, but the only real question he had was what was he doing here? Did they lock him up too, for "conspiring"?! If that was the case, then he wasn't gonna sit here and wait.