Red Strings of Connections

Chapter 34 Within the Snowstorm

In the foot of mountain, the snow is descending calmly, if not for the fact that it is a sign of monster awakening, it is really soothing. That said, it is a different alarming story if we look at the thick, strong snowstorm at the mountain itself, which makes Lan Wangji wish that Wei Wuxian wasn't in there at all.

Going onwards despite being clueless of where Wei Wuxian is, Lan Wangji strode into the snowstorm, while shouting Wei Wuxian's name internally at the same time trying to detect Wei Wuxian's spiritual energy.

In all honesty, Lan Wangji has a thought that Wei Wuxian has already down the mountain and went into someone's house to continue the investigation, since Wei Wuxian is not an idiot; still the feeling and thought that Wei Wuxian might be on the mountain, in the middle of snowstorm is not leaving Lan Wangji at all.

Its good if Wei Wuxian did already down the mountain, but what if? And that "what if" bothers Lan Wangji so much, thus he continues.

The second young master of Lan Clan thank himself for clinging on that "what if".

Standing in front of Lan Wangji, is Wei Wuxian clinging on his outer robes, and trying his best to keep steady despite the weather. The snowstorm noise made them deaf and voiceless, that despite yelling they could not hear anything, even themselves, worst the cold making their throat dry giving them a feeling of incoming sore throat. So instead, without words Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian went to the cave—definitely not the same cave as that beast—and stay there.

From the looks and objects inside the cave, it seems like it is used to such a situation. There are dry branches that could be used to light a fire to survive the coldness, and haystacks to provide temporary bed. Since the snowstorm isn't normal, so is the coldness, that despite the strong stamina they have as cultivators, Wei Wuxian is now trembling and clinging himself tight. On the other hand, Lan Wangji do everything: from fire and bed. Unfortunately, food is unavailable, so they could only bare themselves of not having one.

Still trembling, Lan Wangji undresses his winter robe and put it on Wei Wuxian, hoping it would ease the other's trembling. Wei Wuxian looks at Lan Wangji and tries to speak but he was exposed into snowstorm far too long, that he cannot even form a word through his pale lips. Wei Wuxian knows that he is not the only one who feels the cold right now, Lan Wangji too, yet Lan Wangji gave up his winter robe to lend it to Wei Wuxian.

Soon, thanks to the heat from the fire, and embrace from layers of robes, the chilling coldness eases even for a little, enough that Wei Wuxian no longer stiff still, and could run his mouth nonstop again. Wei Wuxian, since he can move now, plop himself down at Lan Wangji's chest thinking he could warm the Second Young Master who give up his robe for him.

"Thank goodness for Er Gege! If you didn't come, this humble one will die in cold!!"

"I won't let that happen."

Wei Wuxian turns his head slightly to peek on the expression on Lan Wangji's face, and he regretted doing it that as he immediately buried his face back at Lan Wangji's chest. The expression Lan Wangji held is something full of affection and sincerity.

Wei Wuxian doesn't know, honestly, where did people get the rumor about Lan Wangji not having any expression on his face. Wei Wuxian always, always sees some reaction from him, he even saw him smile several times. The ever-so-troublemaker of Zhuque Sect pushes himself, let himself to plop at Lan Wangji's upper most body, coil his arms onto Lan Wangji's shoulder, embracing him.

"It's cold."

"Are you cold Wei Ying?"

"Aren't you Lan Zhan?"

A long silence, which Wei Wuxian doesn't mind either Lan Wangji answers or not, he'll keep warming him up. "I do..." Lan Wangji replied in his low voice, coiling his arms onto Wei Wuxian's waist, pulling the black robe teen closer.

The two stays in that position for as long as the snowstorm blast outside the cave.

During the darkness in the cavern, with their only light is from firewood that are about to be extinguish, Wei Wuxian trembling restarted despite the warm of Lan Wangji's body. He wants to stop trembling, to relax his tense body, but with no avail. Until he hears a voice, a deep manly yet soft and gentle voice humming from atop his head. He doesn't need to look up or move to know who it is humming, or if he is hallucinating due to cold, he knows that it is Lan Wangji, as he heard him many times.

Dawn break, lighting the whole white town, the fluffy snow glisten under the orange hue of sunlight. The Zhuque Sect's disciple watches this scenery from the window, waiting for the two teens to come home, without a rest, hoping for the best.

Hua Xie decided that once morning light came and there's still no shadows of the two young masters then he will search for them atop the mountain, where the snowstorm have finally halted.

He was about to get out from leaning on the windowsill when his sight caught a sight of two familiar figure coming towards their house's direction: one wearing white, one wearing pink. Smiles spread on his face, as relief washes over his anxiety.