[Mo Dao Zu Shi x Reader]
──❝Lotus Serenade❞──
In the enchanting world of "The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation," amidst the chaos and intrigue of ancient cultivation sects...
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──❝Farewell's Embrace: Embarking on the Canvas of Tomorrow❞──
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On that momentous day, [Y/n] found herself confronted with the dolorous revelation that the matrimony binding Jiang Yanli and Jin Zixuan had been unceremoniously sundered at the behest of none other than Jiang Fengmian himself, along with Jin Guangshan. As if the impact of this grievous pronouncement were not sufficiently profound, [Y/n] was further disheartened to ascertain that Wei Wuxian, in an arbitrary decree, was slated for an involuntary departure to his familial seat at Lotus Pier. The gravitational force of these seismic tidings bore down upon [Y/n], pulverizing her spirit into a state of desolation and leaving her utterly bereft and emotionally despoiled.
The burden of disappointment and solace bore heavily upon Wei Wuxian's shoulders, as he would soon simultaneously depart from the oppressive clutches of the Cloud Recesses and bid farewell to his friends who had burgeoned during his sojourn. Amidst the sparsity of his designated chamber, where Wei Wuxian assembled his belongings, the atmosphere seemed to incrementally thicken with each article ensconced within his receptacle. The austerely white walls mirrored the gravity of the moment, starkly contrasting with the chromatic pandemonium intrinsic to his vibrant personality. What was once a room resonant with mirth and roguish revelry now harbored naught but the spectral vestiges of bygone days, murmuring through the hollowness as an ethereal remembrance.
A gentle knock reverberated through the room, a delicate interruption to the rhythmic cadence of Wei Wuxian's packing. His attention, previously consumed by the meticulous task, shifted, and a furrow of concentration gave way to the intrigue of an unexpected visitor. Discarding his belongings with a decisive sweep, he approached the entrance with determined strides. The door slid open under his touch, unveiling [Y/n] on the other side. "A-[Y/n], what brings you here?" Wei Wuxian greeted them, his eyes registering a genuine smile, yet a subtle shadow of farewell lingered within their depths. [Y/n], hands clasped behind her back, moved with a measured deliberateness, her steps laden with an urgency that conveyed the gravity of the moment. Her own lips curled into a smile as she closed the distance between them. "I heard you were leaving, and I couldn't let you go without saying goodbye," she whispered softly, her voice filled with a mix of sadness and longing. "I'm going back to Yunmeng," he disclosed, the weight of both relief and sorrow palpable in his tone. "I know," [Y/n] replied softly, her unwavering gaze locked onto his. "I'm going to miss you, A-Xian. The Cloud Recesses won't be the same without you." A wistful smile adorned Wei Wuxian's lips. "Well, you know how it is here—too much restraint, not enough laughter. I'm sure they'll manage just fine without this troublemaker disrupting their peace."
[Y/n] concurred with a subtle nod, her countenance reflecting a harmonious accord with his feelings. The confined space of the room seemed to shrink, its walls converging upon the fleeting moment they both embraced, as if attempting to encapsulate the ephemeral essence of their shared experience. Stepping forward, [Y/n] closed the distance, extending her hand with a delicate reach to caress Wei Wuxian's hand. "Promise me you'll take care of yourself, A-Xian." A revelation sparked across Wei Wuxian's countenance, his visage momentarily entranced by the refined sincerity inherent in [Y/n]'s utterance. Affirming his commitment, he responded with a nod, cognizant of the profound significance embedded in her sentiments. "I will, [Y/n]. And you take care too, alright?"
