Love Across Centuries. The Untamed.

Blissful Youth.

Youth...
Blissful youth.
The blissfulness of youth is the sun shining after a rain shower- chasing the rainbow for the pot of gold at the end. Blissfulness of the youth is the feeling of the ocean waves carrying your body against the movement, while the warmth of the sun turns your skin golden. Blissfulness of youth is the first kiss of the summer, the first kiss of the fall, the first kiss under the mistletoe.  These are all the moments in one's youth that are memorable- that one will think of at night when they have turned out the lights. The youth lingers as a memory.
Lan Zhan and Wei Wuxian met during their youth. During the pinnacle of their lifetime, the brightest moment of life. Each breath, each laughter, each moment together felt comforting and robust. Fated, they met even as their youth began to turn into wisdom and dusk. They became ancestors, memories. Legends. 
Until then, centuries later, when their youth revisited them—granted with new lessons, new experiences of youth in the twenty-first century.

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Rain trickled down the side of his cheek.
His hair was dripping with water as it was matted against his forehead.  He shivered as he stood under the bus stop, while the rain shower surrounded it- the sky was only darkening, and the heaviness of the rain just got... Heavier. He was freezing at this point. His entire outfit was soaked, his hair was soaked, and there were even puddles of water in his sneakers. His toes felt stiff.

Wei Wuxian glanced down at the time on his watch. 7:35 P.M.

He sighed with defeat.  Today was the last day of the fall semester, so naturally, it was a good day for students. The halls and the classrooms felt lighter, happier, these days. But for Wei Wuxian, it was the last moment to save his semester. Wei Wuxian stayed an hour after class to complete missing work, and as time stretched, he ended up here. He was drenched in the rain at the bus stop, with the last bus arriving at 6:50 P.M.

Wei Wuxian couldn't help but be filled with regret and anger, even though he knew that the fault was all his. He huffed. Why did I blow off the entire semester on video games? He badly wanted to blame his professor and say that he was simply not a good teacher, but that wouldn't change his grade. Wei Wuxian had himself to thanks.

The rain picked up as the bus stop light flickered on. Wei Wuxian looked up at the light bulb, hearing the clicks as it turned on. The clicks began to get mixed in with the sound of heels clicking against the pavement. They arrived quicker- splashing water as they got closer. The sound of the heels suddenly stopped, and without looking up, he could feel the presence of someone at the bus stop with him.

His smell was strong. Floral yet strong, feminine yet masculine. Elegant. He smelled elegant. Wei Wuxian quickly glanced up- he was moved too profoundly by the smell.

Wei Wuxian looked at the man. The bus stop light highlighted his face... His cheekbones, his eyebrows, his eyes... Every feature stood out at that moment, and for even a second, Wei Wuxian wondered if he had just seen an angel.  Yes, if he could adequately explain the way this boy looked, he would say it was like an angel. It's like the light at the bus stop illuminated him.
The boy stood at a distance from Wei Wuxian, as he looked ahead at the busy road.  His expression was blank, and he did not seem particularly friendly.  He looked forward, watching the cars go by one by one. The boy did not seem to notice that Wei Wuxian was watching him- or perhaps he just didn't care. His expression was careless and straight. Somehow, that made Wei Wuxian continue to look. He wanted to catch even a slight change in appearance. 

Moments went by that he watched him like that, and nothing changed.

"Are you waiting for the bus? The last one has already arrived a long time ago." Wei Wuxian said.