The Rise of the Divine Oracle

Chapter 166 - Familial Bonds

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A/N

I'm BACK!

*Hug*

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Wuxian was nervous.

He had prepared a spread of bland food for his soulmate and sat at the table, staring at the door.. Waiting for his love to return.

He felt a laugh bubble up when he remembered Wangji joking about being the doting wife.

Today, he will be the one doing all the doting..

Wangji enters the room, looking haggard and defeated.

Wuxian jumps into action and goes to take Bichen, helps him remove his outer robes and brings the bowl of hot water over and helps him wash up.

Wangji looks at Wuxian as the smaller man gently wipes the water from his face: "What's going on?"

Wuxian smiles gently at him: "I'm pampering you."

Wangji narrows his eyes: "Why?"

Wuxian huffs: "You do this for me everyday. I thought that today, I'd return the favor."

Wangji didn't question it further and allowed Wuxian to take his hand and guide him towards the food.

Wangji looks suspiciously at it: "You prepared this?"

Wuxian laughs at the fearful look on his soulmate's face: "No. I don't want you to die. I blackmailed Jingyi into preparing it."

Wangji reaches over and kisses Wuxian's hand before eating in silence.

Wuxian stares at his true love as he slowly finishes his meal and when he's done, Wangji turns to him and whispers: "Thank you."

Wuxian rings his hands, filled with nervousness: "Umm.."

Wangji pulls the smaller man closer and wraps his arms around his waist: "What is it?"

Wuxian looks down and whispers: "I went to see Healer Shi today. She gave me the all clear to resume my full duties."

Wangji beams at him and leans in to kiss his forehead: "That's good news."

Wuxian looks into his mate's eyes: "I have a present for you.."

Wangji watches Wuxian reach down to pull out the tassel Wangji gave him as a soul-bonding gift. The one he wears everyday on his belt; his mother's tassel.

Wuxian stands up and Wangji joins him, a little confused with what Wuxian wants to do until Wuxian holds his hand up for him to take it.

The moment his warm fingers touched the cold ones of his soul-bond, he felt her presence.

"My sweet child.."

It's been many years.

He sat in the snow, the rain and strong winds, hoping to hear her voice one last time.

To be in her grace, to hear her singing.. To gaze upon her warm eyes..

He feels every fiber of his being revert to a child who longs for his mother.

She moves closer to him and cups his cheeks with her soft hands, whispering his name: "Lan Wangji.. You've grown so much.. Look how tall you are!"

Wangji's lips wobbled as tears fell silently down his cheeks.

He never knew how much pain he shunned deep in his soul when he was forcefully separated from her.

He missed her so much.