It's been almost an year now, since Wei Ying and Lan Zhan parted at the hill just outside the territories of Gusu, now Lan Wangi often finds himself playing their song at night instead of Inquiry and the change is soothing for the whole Cloud Recess...
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
Red, in every form sits on each surface; a vibrant shade against the usual soft purple and lavender. Lan Wangji had never known, never hoped. But seeing Wei Ying, their families, all standing there, waiting; this feels real. His zhiji is standing proud, in his true form, those same silver eyes and sharp jaw and smiling lips.
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
They had discussed about it, about Wei Ying's secret. Wei Ying was unsure whether he should keep his new/old (?) body a secret.
'I don't know Lan Zhan, but maybe it would give Grandmaster Lan a stroke. I bet the whole Cloud Recesses would draw their swords on me if I came there looking like my original self, to take you.' Wei Ying gasped dramatically, imitating a Lan.
'Oh no! That's the Yiling Patriarch! Quick, everyone! Don't let him escape! He is here to whisk away poor Hanguang-Jun!'
'I will go willingly'
A wheeze and then Wei Ying bemoaned his misery, telling his zhiji to be kind to his poor heart.
'Lan Zhan! Xingan, warn me before you say something like that! My poor heart cannot take it!'
'Wei Ying is strongest, he will survive.' And what could Wei Ying do, except kiss his zhiji for that?
