Pure Love( Completed)

Pure love

Weiying went to school for teaching, as usual. That day, he found a new student sitting at the back of the classroom. The boy had joined in the middle of the semester. Weiying approached him with a friendly smile.

"Hi , I’m Weiying, your teacher. And you are?" Weiying greeted him warmly.

"Lan Wangji," the boy replied quietly, with a respectful nod.

Days passed, and Weiying and Wangji had little interaction, mostly just as teacher and student. Wangji was reserved, never speaking unless necessary. However, one evening, as Wangji was heading home, he saw a man aggressively grabbing Weiying's arm, insisting he come with him.

"Let me go!" Weiying demanded, his voice trembling with frustration.

The man sneered. "You know you have to come, Weiying. You’re going to marry me, whether you like it or not."

Before Weiying could respond, Wangji stormed up and shoved the man away from him. "Get your hands off him," Wangji said firmly, his voice cold and full of authority.

The man, startled, glared at Wangji. "Who are you to interfere?" he spat, shoving Wangji back.

Without another word, Wangji threw a punch, knocking the man to the ground. Weiying gasped and ran forward, pulling Wangji away. "Stop! Stop it, Wangji! Don’t do this!"

The man stumbled to his feet, wiping blood from his lip. "You’re going to regret this," he growled. "I’m Meng Yao, Weiying’s fiancé!"
Wangji froze. He looked at Weiying, confused, as if waiting for an explanation.

Weiying nodded, his face flushed with embarrassment. "It’s true," he whispered.

Wangji’s jaw clenched. "So what if you’re his fiancé?" Wangji replied, his voice dangerously calm. "That doesn’t give you the right to treat him like that."

Without another word, Wangji turned and left. Weiying stood there, watching him go, his heart pounding with a mixture of emotions. That night, he went home and confronted his father.

"I don’t want to marry Meng Yao!" Weiying declared, his voice trembling with determination.

His father frowned. "You have to, Weiying. This was arranged when you were just a child. It’s already decided."

"But I don’t love him!" Weiying protested, tears welling up in his eyes.

His father’s face softened but remained firm. "Sometimes, love isn’t everything. This is what’s best for our family."

Weiying left the room, feeling more trapped than ever. Days passed, and he found himself thinking more and more about Wangji. One day, after school, heavy rain poured from the sky, and Weiying struggled to find transportation. Just as he was about to give up, Wangji appeared on his bicycle, drenched from head to toe.

"Need a ride?" Wangji offered, his usual calm demeanor slightly warmer than usual.

Weiying hesitated. "I... I’m fine."

"You’re soaking wet, and it’s late. Come on, I’ll give you a ride," Wangji insisted.

Reluctantly, Weiying agreed. He climbed onto the back of the bicycle, clutching Wangji’s waist tightly as they rode through the rain. The downpour softened to a light drizzle, and the ride felt strangely peaceful. Weiying found himself smiling despite everything. As the rain picked up again, they stopped in front of a small stall and hurried inside for shelter.

Both were drenched, their clothes sticking to their skin. They ordered tea and sat together in silence, the tension between them palpable. Wangji broke the silence first. "We’ll wait here until the rain stops."