"In this heartwarming tale, Wei Ying and LAN Zhan's journey takes a tender turn. As they parts ways, Wei Ying grapples with his emotions, only to be surprised by Lan Zhan's unexpected confession. With their love blossoming, they must navigate thier...
Lan Zhan sat in the library, surrounded by books and scrolls, but his mind was elsewhere. He had no interest in sect affairs or complaints today.
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Meanwhile, Wei Ying lay sleeping in his lab, exhausted from an accident earlier that day. While experimenting with talismans, Wei Ying had caused a small explosion, damaging part of the study room. Luckily, no one was hurt, but the incident had left Wei Ying shaken.
The library door burst open, and Jiang Cheng's booming voice echoed through the room.
"Wei Wuxian, where are you?"
Wei Ying jolted awake, his heart racing, and instinctively clung to Lan Zhan's body like a koala bear. Lan Zhan held him tight, rubbing his back to calm him down, while shooting a glare at Jiang Cheng.
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"Shouting and scaring people is forbidden in Cloud Recesses, what do you think you're doing, Jiang Sect Leader?"
Lan Zhan's intense gaze made Jiang Cheng roll his eyes, and Jin Ling hide behind him.
Wei Ying laughed to ease the tension, then kissed Lan Zhan's cheek and whispered, "It's okay, my love." Lan Zhan's expression softened, and Wei Ying smiled reassuringly before sitting beside him.
Jiang Cheng glared back at Lan Zhan, then said, "Can't I come to see my brother?" Wei Ying ignored the question and instead greeted Jin Ling, who was shaking. "Ahh, Jin Ling, what's wrong?" He embraced the boy, then turned to Jiang Cheng. "What brings you to Yushan, Cheng Cheng?"
Jiang Cheng hugged Wei Ying, then said, "I'm his brother, and he's Jin Ling uncle. We're just greeting each other, Hangung Jun. You can't stop us from hugging him."
Lan Zhan's grip on Bichen tightened, but Wei Ying intervened, "My love, don't listen to his nonsense. He's just joking."
The tension eased slightly, and Lan Zhan brewed tea, filling the room with the aroma of cardamom, lemon, and cinnamon. As they sipped their tea, Wei Ying and Jiang Cheng chatted, while Jin Ling remained quiet, and Lan Zhan listened silently.
