The Untamed Series 3: Love Affair (Under Revision)

Twenty-three Met: Distraction

Third Person POV

Yiling Wei Sect

With the fragrant meal carefully cradled in his hands, Lan Wangji continued his pilgrimage towards the Burial Mounds, his every step guided by a profound sense of purpose and devotion.

The path before him seemed to unfold like a tapestry, with each stride bringing him closer to the sanctuary that awaited him.

As he ventured deeper into the once desolate landscape, Lan Wangji couldn't help but be captivated by the breathtaking transformation that had taken place.

The barren earth had been replaced by a vibrant tapestry of life, with flowers of every hue blooming in harmony.

The air was filled with the melodious symphony of buzzing insects and chirping birds, as if nature itself rejoiced in the love and care that had been poured into this sacred place.

Finally, Lan Wangji arrived at the entrance of their sanctuary, a serene smile gracing his lips.

The familiar path led him to their humble cabin, nestled amidst the embrace of towering trees and blooming wildflowers.

Lan Wangji's heart swelled with a mixture of anticipation and contentment.

The gentle rustling of leaves and the soft whispers of the wind welcomed him home.

As he approached the cabin, Lan Wangji's senses were greeted by the comforting aroma of incense and the warmth of a crackling fire.

The cabin, a sanctuary of love and understanding, held within its walls the memories and dreams they had woven together.

With each step, Lan Wangji's heart quickened, for he knew that within this sacred space, he would reunite with Wei Ying, his best friend and confidant.

Their souls intertwined, they had created a haven where they could shed the weight of the world and embrace their true selves, unburdened by judgment or expectation.

Eventually, Lan Wangji reached the cozy cabin that stood at the heart of the Burial Mounds.

Its humble exterior belied the warmth and comfort that awaited within.

With a soft sigh of relief, he pushed open the door, the creaking sound echoing through the stillness of the air.

As Lan Wangji stepped inside, he was immediately enveloped by the familiar and comforting scent of sandalwood that permeated the space.

It was a fragrance that had become synonymous with their shared haven, a subtle reminder of the countless hours spent in each other's company.

The cabin's interior was a testament to their intertwined lives, with their belongings scattered throughout the room.

Books lined the shelves, their spines worn from countless readings and discussions.

Musical instruments adorned the corner, their presence a testament to the melodies that had filled the air during their moments of respite.

The walls were adorned with paintings and calligraphy, capturing the essence of their shared experiences and emotions.

The door swung open, revealing Wei Wuxian, his eyes sparkling with mischief and affection.

With a playful grin, he entered the cabin, closing the door behind him.

The room seemed to brighten in his presence, as if his vibrant energy breathed life into their shared sanctuary.

"Early as always, Lan Zhan?" Wei Wuxian quipped, his voice filled with lighthearted curiosity, a playful glimmer in his eyes.

He rest his back on the wall, with his arms crossed.