"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...
"The clan elders and Shifu want me to marry again," Lan Zhan began to explain. "I told them I'm already married and that my heart belongs to only one person-Wei Ying, now and forever.
They want an heir for the future, but I refused, saying I won't marry anyone, not now, not ever. That's why they suggested I take a concubine as the Sect leader."
Wei Ying, who had been sitting silently, looking at Lan Zhan like a mirror, couldn't speak at first. His heart was racing, and he had to gather his thoughts before speaking. "Firstly, Lan Zhan is not the permanent Sect leader, just a temporary one. Xichen-ge is... unless you want to be.
Second, producing an heir is not your responsibility, that's Xichen-ge's problem. And third, let's assume Xichen-ge will never marry anyone in his life, like Master Lan Qiren. Then there are two adopted sons for you, Sizhui and Jingyi, among whom you can choose a future Sect leader."
Wei Ying continued, "So, I don't see any problem in this matter, unless Lan Zhan wants a woman in his life..."
"Wei Ying!" Lan Zhan yelled his name for the second time, his body shaking with anger. "How could Wei Ying think like that?!"
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Tears rolled down Lan Zhan's face as he choked on his words. Immediately, Wei Ying started sobbing too and crawled into Lan Zhan's lap. Lan Zhan gathered him in his strong arms, now shaking, and hugged him tight.
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"I'm sorry, Lan Zhan, so sorry," Wei Ying said between tears. "I can't live without you; I'd rather die than live without you."
Lan Zhan's mouth closed over Wei Ying's, their salty tears mingling as they kissed for almost two minutes.
They held each other, crying and kissing wherever their mouths landed on each other's faces, murmuring how much they missed each other in those three days.
Minutes later, Wei Ying fell asleep in Lan Zhan's arms, his arms wrapped around Lan Zhan's body as if afraid someone would separate them.
Lan Zhan stroked his hair, thinking that the person sleeping in his arms is his husband, his soulmate, and his love, Wei Ying, not the Yiling Patriarch who sat opposite him a moment ago. When Lan Zhan shivered, it was not out of fear. In his eyes, Wei Ying was so hot and adorable that it made Lan Zhan's body shiver.
