Wei WuXian, also known as the Yiling Patriarch, was feared and hated by many until his death by his own Shidi but what if...that never happen?
What if there is someone else who stood in his place as the evil Demonic Cultivator,
who would give up any...
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'Stupid...I'm so stupid...' Wei WuHui glared into the night sky as she blew out a puff of smoke after inhaling from her smoking pipe.
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'I thought I am strong enough to withstand the temptation but...guess I was wrong' she then glanced down at Chénqíng, her black bamboo dízi.
"A-Yáng." Her eyes widened and she turned down below the tree branch, finding Lan XiChen staring back at her with his unforgettable soft-honey brown eyes. Eyes that makes her feel...peaceful.
"Lan XiChen, what are you doing here at this time?" Wei WuHui asked, raising a brow at the young master.
"Wei-Gongzi said he didn't see you in your tent and you missed out dinner." Lan XiChen said with his usual smile as he walked toward the tall tree where she was resting against above, and went to sat against the trunk. "I...we were worried."
Wei WuHui remained silent before huffing as she took another puff. "Wasn't feeling that hungry. Tell Gege I will sleep out here for the night."
"I'm sure Wei-Gongzi wouldn't like that." Lan XiChen retorted softly.
The pair sat in silence afterward, basking in the sound of the cicadas with the full moon looming above them.
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