It was evening time when a pigeon flew towards Gusu lan sect's library pavillon and sat on the shoulders of wei Wuxian who was rummaging old books and papers of music written by lan zhan . He looked at the beautiful white feathers of the pigeon and saw a paper tied to it's foot . !!!!!the artwork in the cover doesnot belong to me , I am sorry if I offended the original artist in anyway, The art belong to original artist. Thank you !!!!

Fake tears were shed, a fake funeral was orchestrated. Fake investigations were organised, a fake name was given to the boy who never died. "To the world wei wuxian is dead" To the world, wei wuxian was annouced dead the day he turned four. But, there he was in front of Lan Wangji, with an angelic smile on his face as he strolled around the lounge. His beloved was presumed dead over nineteen years ago. But, here he was, by his side for the rest of his life. As his lover. Wei Wuxian was their best kept secret. Wei Wuxian was Lan wangji's best kept secret.

Wei wuxian ocultaba su dolor del mundo, nunca dijo cuan duro fue tomar todas esas desiciones sin embargo el siempre supo en el fondo de su alma que no tenía otra opción "este es el destino de nuestra familia mi pequeño A-ying así que nunca debes recordar la amabilidad que das a otros, no debes recordar muchas cosas, solo así serás feliz" incluso después de regresar Wei Ying aún ocultaba el dolor tras una sonrisa, pero un evento obligará a Wei Ying a quitarse la máscara y pedir entre lágrimas ayuda.