VOLUME I
The SacrificeLan Wangji was walking to the Burial Mounds, the place where he last saw his beloved playing his flute happily by the tree that is now blooming with lovely flowers.
He took out the two pots of Tian Zi Xiao he was bringing along from the small pouch he is bringing with him, he placed it on the grave and lighted the incense candles. It has been a year, a year when he was punished by the cold lake underneath his sect while his beloved fought for his dear life.
He sighed and took out his guqin, Wangji. Every day he comes here just to play their melody, the song piece that he sang for Wei Ying just once. He wished for Wei Ying to hear him play again, but he just couldn't and that's also because he's gone. For eternity.
If it wasn't because of A'Yuan their child... No, Wei Wuxian's child. If it wasn't because of him, Lan Wangji wouldn't be kneeling in the grass while playing the song of WangXian in front of Wei Wuxian's grave.
A'Yuan has become his strength, his savior, his another reason to live, A'Yuan has been formally accepted to Lan Sect, his official name Lan Sizhui, Young Master Lan. Yes, Lan Zhan adopted him as his own son, blood ties are not important anymore, but Lan Zhan is serious in taking care of Lan Yuan/Lan Sizhui.
Upon the end of the song, as usual, he takes one of the two pots of Tian Zi Xiao, "Wei Ying, I've repaid the pot I broke that very same night we met. When are you going to smile again, hmm?" He knows that his Wei would never answer him. His Wei resents him for leaving him alone the day everyone turned their back against them, the day that he killed his own shijie and the day that his own sworn brother/cousin Jiang Wanyin cut all ties with him.
Just imagining the pain Wei Wuxian got through at that time, Lan Wangji's heart began to clench, "Sorry" He smiles sadly, "Sorry for not being there when you had your worst time."
Anyone who would see this scene would also be heartbroken, the so fair snow-white face of Hangguang-Jun is now covered in tears, his other hand was holding the pot of liquor while the other is on the guqin strings. There he was sitting underneath the cherry blossom without anyone by his side.
He missed his love, but he won't come back no matter what. Never, ever, forever.
How long would Lan Zhan last with this cruel torture that's just eating him inside day by day?
It was almost dark on his way back to Gusu, he still has to take care of Lan Sizhui so he has to go back. He was riding his sword and it didn't take him that long to reach the premises of Caiyi Town.
But surprise awaits him, the disciples were gossiping with each other, Lan Wangji didn't care at first but then they talked about Lan Xichen's new creation, a soul sacrifice.
Wangji then got interested, he might be able to bring back his Wei by this sudden news. He is delighted that he immediately went back to Gusu and went to his brother's room. He silently took away the soul sacrifice paper, it was good news that his brother was away with Jiang Wanyin in a night hunt with other juniors of the sect.
There's nothing else lacking in the ingredients he has gathered, himself as the vessel for Wei's soul, some quality grade medicinal ingredients that are found in their own kitchen.
He then walked to Jingshi, he saw a'Yuan, asleep on the bed, he's an understanding boy, right now he can finally fulfill a promise he though that he should've broke from the moment he made it.
Sitting on the mat with black clothes that Wei really loved wearing. With everything ready, he started to digest the medicinal ingredients, then took Bichen unsheathed it and he slashed his three fingers on it making it bled to no end, there was no pain he felt, all Lan Wangji feels is excitement and happiness, even if it'll cost his life or soul, he won't hesitate for a second.
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