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

Chapter 11

Third Person POV

Cloud Recesses: Hanshi

XiChen shook his head in disbelief as he gets up from his bed.

The dream lingers yet he chooses to set it aside. Besides nothing will change. He was still shackled by his guilt, shackled with remorse for the anguish he had inflicted upon Wuxian was a weight he carried, a burden that kept him from absolution.

He stepped inside his bathroom and after a minutes. He came out, fixing his robes. He sighed when he sense a familiar prescense drawing closer to his quarters.

It has been a month since the events that unfolded at Guanyin Temple.

The aftermath of those significant moments has left an indelible mark on the lives of everyone involved.

Emotions still run deep, with some individuals burdened by guilt and struggling to find forgiveness for the grave mistakes they inflicted upon someone they hold dear.

The weight of their actions continues to shape their existence, serving as a constant reminder of the profound impact one's choices can have on the lives of others.

A week had slipped by since Wei Wuxian had decided to stay in the tranquil confines of Cloud Recesses.

Wuxian is welcomed gladly by the disciples though reluctantly by Master Lan.

During this time, Lan Xichen had chosen to retreat into the solitude of his quarters, away from the world, his brother, and most painfully, the man his heart yearned for.

Xichen chose to settle  on his chair, facing his table, then engrossed himself in the meticulous task of transcribing the sect's rules, a self-imposed penance.

He kept his penance a secret, not wanting to burden Wuxian with the knowledge of his self-inflicted punishment.

Xichen feared that if Wuxian ever came to know the truth, it would only stoke the embers of his own guilt.

Throughout the week, Wuxian had made four attempts to breach the walls of his solitude, but Xichen had remained steadfast, offering up excuses of being preoccupied.

But Wuxian was not easily fooled, and Xichen found himself running out of justifications to keep him at bay.

As he sat there, torn between opening the door or waiting for Wuxian to retreat, Xichen's heart pounded in his chest, a tumult of anticipation, at the sound of Wuxian's increasingly frustrated voice outside his door.

Drawing in a deep breath, Xichen rose from his seat, his fists clenched in resolve.

As he slid open the door, he began, "For heaven's sake, Wuxian, how many times must I repeat myself?"

His voice was laced with a hint of exasperation, his patience wearing thin. "I have duties to attend to. I can't simply put everything aside to cater to your every need."

Wuxian met his gaze, his eyes blazing with determination. "End your seclusion," he demanded.

Xichen shook his head, "I can't... please, leave me be... Wangji might find you..." He made a move to close the door, but Wuxian pushed it open, stepping into the room.

" please.." Xichen pleaded, his voice barely a whisper.

"Why should I?" Wuxian retorted, his steps closing the distance between them.

"Am I that much of a nuisance? Do you truly detest me, Xichen?" His silver eyes, filled with sadness, sought answers.

"Leave..." Xichen repeated, turning his back to Wuxian.