Despite everything, Lan Wangji loved autumns. He was sitting on the porch of the Jingshi, lazily running his fingers through his soulmate's hair. Wei Ying was asleep with his head on Lan Wangji's lap.
True, there were reasons why Lan Wangji should probably hate autumns.
His mother had died in autumn.
His sect had been nearly wiped out by the Wens in autumn.
The war which ultimately took Wei Ying from him started in autumn.
Thirteen years can be very long when one is mourning.
But it had also been in autumn when Wen Ying had come back to him.
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The Untamed - book of drabbles
FanfictionA collection of drabbles/ficlets from the world of The Untamed and Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation on various themes. Lately, I wanted to try improving my writing so I picked up several drabble and ficlets challenges. This is my first attempt at...
