In the ancient realm there was a soul who was known widely as Hanguang-Jun.
He was known to be aloof and away from worldly beings. Seldom people knew him for who he was or what his heart truly yearned in reality.
A man who loved dearly and in retu...
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Dear Wei,
It's been 3 years and 1 month since I last felt your warmth. I could live 3 years without you but the last one month, I... I was rampant.
In your name, I have been forever scarred. Now you're a part of me, my Wei and I welcome the bliss.
Your, Lan Zhan.
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One Month Ago
Taking a dip in the cool spring of Gusu, I reminisce the time, we spent here. It was here that I willingly tied my Gusu band around your wrist. It's been three years Wei and I am coming to find you.
Entering Jingshi, I walk to the pile of clothes packed carefully under the thin sheets of butter paper. Unwrapping them slowly, I watch the white Gusu band, resting in the middle. Wiping my self dry, I carefully take out the band and caress it between my fingers.
Jade white.
Donning the white pristine Gusu cloak, I tie the forehead band in the memory of my love. Bichen beside, I walk out of Jingshi towards the main gates of Cloud Recess.
Hundred pairs of eyes fall on me, but my steps don't falter. Murmurs wave out, after all Hanguang-Jun has graced Cloud Recess after three years.
The coldness within me emits and they all keep their distance. My eyes are frost and so is my soul. Never again would I ever feel the warmth that I had felt when I was young towards my clan. They were also the reason, my Wei isn't by my side.
My white boots caress the snow covered grounds softly as I walk towards the exit only for my steps to halt when I hear my name being called.
"Wangji" a soft whisper but I hear them. Turning around, I meet the face that I had yearned to lookout for.
Brother.
I bow.
Words were never needed, his eyes speaks for himself. His gaze has thousands of questions but his lips asks none. One smile and he lets me know, he has no ill feelings towards me. If I can ever count on someone, that would be my brother.
