The Untamed's Longest Promise: Awakening of the Lost Immortal Love

Chapter 4

Third Person POV

XiChen found himself at the secluded back of Lan Yi's Cave, a place of solitude that mirrored the turmoil within Xichen's heart.

Each passing moment seemed to echo the plans Jin Guangyao had set in motion, designed to rid the world of Wei Wuxian.

"Tell me, young master Lan," Wei Wuxian's voice pierced the heavy silence, his words a dagger aimed at Lan Xichen's heart. "What made you think that I am capable of causing harm to you all?"

Lan Xichen, the weight of his decisions heavy upon him, glanced at the cultivator standing beside him.

A swirl of conflicting emotions surged within him, unsure of how to respond to the young man's probing question.

" Young Master Wei.." Lan Xichen muttered as he glanced at the cultivator who stood beside him.

He doesn't know that Wuxian followed him all the way here. And he scoffed in disbelief inwardly as he felt his heart skip a beat.

Wuxian pressed on, his words cutting through Xichen like a knife. "Tell me... or is it all based on rumors? Or perhaps you're still struggling to accept the truth?"

Xichen look down not wanting to see the younger's face. He know Wuxian is hurt and disappointed at him. But he know that if he gave up, he will lose his everything.

Looking down, unable to meet Wuxian's gaze, Xichen felt his heart shatter into a thousand pieces, the fragments of his longing scattered across the expanse of his fractured soul.

He knew he had lost the chance at love, yet a part of him stubbornly clung to the hope that somehow, against all odds, they could find a way to bridge the gap between them.

Wuxian's eyes remained fixed on Xichen, tracing the contours of his face, seeking answers that Xichen struggled to provide.

Xichen's guilt and pain emanated from every fiber of his being, his inner turmoil laid bare for Wuxian to see.

Wuxian, persistent in his quest for understanding, pressed on, his voice tinged with desperation. "If your brother truly is important to you, why would you hurt the one he cherishes just to hurt him?"

Xichen, his pain etched upon his features, met Wuxian's gaze, silently begging for forgiveness, for understanding. "You're right," Xichen balled his fist.

"Why would I?" He questioned the younger in frustration. Looking at Wuxian in the eye. The weight of his own actions bore down upon him, the guilt and anger consuming his soul.

Wuxian's desperation and sadness overflowed as he blurted out, "What do you want me to do, then?" His gaze searched Xichen's face, craving an answer, yearning for resolution.

"I don't want you to do anything for me," Xichen uttered, his voice carrying the weight of regret and unfulfilled longing.

Wuxian's haunting chuckle lingered in the air, dripping with disdain. " I hate you.." he spat, his voice filled with a mix of betrayal and heartbreak.

The words struck Xichen like a dagger to the heart, leaving him breathless, his world crumbling around him.

The pain was unbearable, leaving him hollow and empty, his eyes fixated on the distance as he listened to Wuxian's retreating footsteps-a sound synonymous with the shattering of their bond.

In the midst of his anguish, a voice pierced the silence, pulling Xichen from his reverie.

It was Yuan, perched on a nearby stone, twirling his flute in his hands.

The young boy's attention remained fixated on his instrument, avoiding Xichen's gaze.

An unexpected comment slipped from Yuan's lips. "Guess... I need to congratulate you. You are finally hated by my mother," he stated matter-of-factly, his words laced with a hint of indifference.