Lotus Serenade || Mo Dao Zu Shi x Reader

| 二十五 |

──❝Crystal Whispers Of Embarrasement❞──

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Immediately departing from Cloud Recesses, [Y/n] sought solace in her quest for clarity, gravitating toward the icy embrace of the frigid springs. Easing out of her robes and carefully folding them aside, she eased her bare feet into the crystalline waters, feeling the serene coldness enveloping her. With a contented sigh, she gradually immersed herself, perplexed by the sensation that befuddled her—initially encountering the springs, the expected chill failed to register against her skin. It was an oddity, her body seamlessly acclimatizing to the frigid temperatures as though inherently attuned to withstand the icy embrace. Gazing upward at the expanse of sky, she submerged herself entirely, emerging with a revitalized and rejuvenated sensation coursing through her being. Drifting toward a sturdy rock, she leaned against it, shutting her eyes, yet her mind swiftly became inundated with a tempest of thoughts, clouding her attempt at peace.

Why had punishment eluded her grasp? The disparity seemed profoundly unjust, not just toward herself but toward both Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji. A surge of indignation and frustration surged like a tempest through her veins, the weight of this unfairness casting a pall over her previously serene state of mind. The blatant absence of consequences for her breach of curfew, while Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji faced retribution, felt like a glaring affront to fairness. Yet, what confounded her most was the mystery of why neither Lan Wangji nor Wei Wuxian had disclosed her presence to the seniors. Like an elusive enigma, it slipped from her grasp, akin to an unsolved mystery teasing her senses, igniting an incessant yearning for resolution. Her persistent curiosity clamored for answers, and a persistent ache drove her quest. With every contemplation, she delved deeper into the labyrinth, unraveling layers that obscured the motives veiled within their silence.

Amidst the weight of her remorse, a singular question persisted in her mind, an unyielding echo: Why had Lan Wangji urged her departure? The perplexity lingered, fueled by his refusal to subject her to the same punishment. Uncertainty, an ever-present companion, draped her thoughts in shadow. She had sensed an unspoken connection between them, a shared understanding that transcended explanation. Yet, her own labyrinth of emotions—intertwined and inscrutable—had coerced her retreat. Abruptly, she was jolted from her reverie, ripped from the depths of her thoughts by a swift disturbance in the water, as though an unseen presence had intruded upon the tranquil embrace of the cold spring. Was it a creature of the woods, stealthily traversing the vicinity? Or perhaps a person, obscured by the shadows? No, it couldn't be, her mind refused to tether to a coherent idea, spiraling into a frantic whirlwind of disjointed thoughts, a cacophony of panic and confusion seizing her consciousness. As she contemplated the possibility of encountering either a familiar face or an unknown one, an overwhelming sense of apprehension washed over her, causing a tidal wave of anxiety to crash against the shores of her mind. Glancing surreptitiously around the rock, [Y/n] could make out folded robes on a rock.