A Way to Heal

Part 78

This will be comparatively a long chapter aaand sorry (not sorry) in advance😈😈

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He grabbed Wei WuXian's hair. A grotesque grin on his face, he spoke one word at a time, "And you won't be able to get out for all of eternity either!"

As he finished, he threw Wei WuXian down.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh...!"

"WEI YINGG", Lan WangJi screamed.

"Noooooo"

"Xian ge-ge"

He was gone.. Deep into the darkness of the burial mound, Wei WuXian slowly pulled into the thirsty hands of demons waiting in the eminence of corpses...

The once silent cave filled with shrieks and roars of unendurable dolour and heartbreak

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"Wei Yinggggg"

The loud scream echoed through the closed surroundings and the man opened his eyes.. His light blue robes, probably a night gown was dishevelled, the usually neat and long silky hair reaching his waist, is tangled and unkempt now. The milky white face was covered in fresh sweat beads as he was getting up from his bed, startled..

Widening his eyes, Lan WangJi looked around. What welcomed him was darkness.. The surreal and intense darkness covering him. He patted the surface below him as he felt himself sitting on a soft sheet he realised was his bed. As he brushed the streaks of tears in his face, he looked at the pillow which was damp and soggy and also the blanket which at some point thrown away from his body was lying on the floor, crumbled.

The refreshing smell of sandalwood, from the incense burner was still lingering in the air which he remembered was refilled by his brother the earlier night. Lan WangJi closed his eyes and took a deep intake of air. It took him more than a few minutes to stabilize the rocky breathiness before opening his eyes again. Looking around again and as his brain started to get clear, the memories slowly came back.

He was in Cloud Recess, in Jingshi...

By the time his mind registered this fact, as in reflex Lan WangJi's hand went to the other side of his bed to search for someone..

It was cold.

Dead cold..

The same flesh piercing numbness started capturing his body and mind as he realised that this side of his bed was cold, for the past one year...

The person who occupied the other side of his bed, mind and his life, the person who used to be his warmth, who was the light in his gloomy life was not here with him.

His Wei Ying..

The only person who could light up his life, who turned the Jingshi from a mere residence to his Home..

The Home...

That's what he was missing..

His home..

His Wei Ying...

Lan WangJi carried himself on his feet and walked towards the closed window. His eyes were still filled and overflowing, wetting the cheeks. Lan WangJi didn't bother to wipe the liquid off his face. But his entire world came to a pause as he remembered that he had no one to wipe them off. The person who was by his side, who hated seeing those tears, was not with him anymore..