Female Wei Wuxian AU

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The night air trembled with the lingering echoes of the zither's melody. The power in those few resonant notes had been enough to subdue the ghost arm completely, trapping it in a paralyzed state. The oppressive weight of resentment that had filled the air just moments ago seemed to dissipate under the purity of the sound, leaving behind a chilling silence.

Outside the hall, the Lan disciples looked up at the night sky, their gazes drawn toward the direction the vibrations had come from.

Lan Sizhui, who had been tightly gripping the hilt of his sword just moments ago, finally allowed himself to breathe. He wiped the sweat from his brow before breaking into a wide grin, his previous tension melting away.

"HanGuang-Jun!" he called out, his voice ringing with relief and excitement.

The other juniors immediately followed, their faces brightening as they echoed his call. Their earlier nerves, the apprehension of battling the ghost arm, had been replaced by confidence. After all, if HanGuang-Jun was here, there was nothing left to fear.

Inside the hall, Wei Wuxian remained still.

She didn't move, even as the oppressive silence settled over the space like a heavy veil. Her gaze remained locked on the ghost arm, still frozen mid-air, its fingers twitching slightly as if trying to resist the force that bound it.

She exhaled slowly.

Her mind had been sharp during the battle, quick to assess, to strategize - but now, in the aftermath, emotions she hadn't had time to acknowledge crept up on her.

She turned her gaze toward Zhan Feng.

The last standing corpse, rigid and unmoving, his blank eyes locked on her.

Wei Wuxian's heart clenched.

She hadn't expected this - not at all.

Even in undeath, Zhan Feng had fought fiercely. He had protected her, shielded her, even when the situation had turned dire. He had fought as though he still remembered something, as though some part of him still recognized her, still cared.

She bit her lip, suppressing the sharp pang of guilt that thredatened to rise - ever since she woke up in the body he was the one to  help her: at the inn, saving her from her Mo Xuanyi's family...

And even now...

You fought for me until the very end.

She clenched her hands into fists.

She had a choice to make.

If she left him behind, the Lans would undoubtedly cut him down. He was a fierce corpse - his fate was already sealed the moment he had died.

But if she took him with her, there was a chance.

A small one.

One that might come at the risk of revealing herself.

For a long moment, she stood there, debating. The noise outside, the murmurs of the disciples, the faint call of "HanGuang-Jun" - all of it seemed distant.

Then she inhaled sharply, decision made.

She lifted two fingers to her lips and whistled a low, commanding tune.

The sound slithered through the air, winding around Zhan Feng like invisible threads of control. The moment the note faded, she spoke in a hushed yet firm voice:

"Follow me."

Without waiting for confirmation, she turned on her heel and walked swiftly toward the exit.

Zhan Feng, bound by the command, immediately moved to follow. His steps were eerily silent, his presence shadow-like as he trailed behind her.

Just as they reached the threshold, the Lan disciples stepped back into the hall.

She barely had a second to react.

Her gaze flickered up, taking in the figures in white robes entering the hall, their expressions determined and composed. The glow of their swords reflected against the darkened walls, casting streaks of silver across the floor.

But she had no time to linger.

She pushed forward-

And then, she saw him.

Standing just beyond the entrance, backlit by the moon's pale glow, waLan Wangji.

Wei Wuxian's breath caught.

For a single moment, her feet hesitated, her body reacting before her mind could force it to move.

He looked just as he always had - tall, poised, his white robes untarnished despite the long journey here. His guqin rested against his back, the faintest shimmer of spiritual energy still humming around him, proof of the power he had just unleashed.

But what truly struck her was his face.

His expression was unreadable, yet something about it pulled at her in a way she couldn't name.

She lingered too long.

A second too long.

Her heartbeat thundered in her ears.

Then, without a word, she turned and ran.

Zhan Feng followed immediately, his heavy footsteps echoing hers as they disappeared into the shadows.

For a fraction of a second, Lan Wangji stopped in his tracks.

He had been moving forward, intent on entering the hall, but something - someone - had caught his attention. His golden eyes flickered toward the darkened path where the figures had just disappeared.

There was something eerily familiar about the movement, the way the wind stirred in the wake of their departure, the remnants of a whistle barely fading in the whistler air.

Something inside him twisted.

But before he could take another step in that direction, a voice called out to him.

"This way, HanGuang-Jun!"

Lan Sizhui's voice was clear and unwavering, pulling him back to the present.

Lan Wangji blinked, refocusing on the task at hand. The ghost arm still needed to be dealt with, and the disciples awaited his command.

Whatever - or whoever - had just left... it was too late to chase after them now.

Without another glance toward the retreating figures, Lan Wangji turned and stepped into the hall.

The night swallowed Wei Wuxian whole.