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Wei Ying, when my sword was forced to halt that day, and they brought me back to Gusu, you best believe those 33 whips felt nothing but stings, and yet in the one time i was whipped, i remember not of feeling the aching pain on my chest. As the guards were counting, i'd look at the wooden floor as the curves of the cleanly polished wood starts to slowly form your face. I'd lie if i say it didn't hurt. I've never wanted to drop my face on the floor as i did that day.
Wei Ying. There's a new spicy delicacy at the town, would you like me to bring it for you tomorrow?... I'll bring it to you. I'll bring some tasty sweets too if you want.
Wei Ying.. was it... fun there? Did you get all the freedom you want? Did someone bully you there? If so, a few bunnies... passed away this week. I was far too busy to find you, that i didn't realize they were sick. When i got there, it was.. too late. I was too late to safe you, and was too late to safe them too. I hope you two will forgive me, but... more importantly, i hope you wouldn't be too alone there. Take care of them for me, yeah?
Wei Ying.. i..
I miss you.
"Hanguang Jun?" Lan Sizhui's voice took Lan Zhan out of his train of thoughts before he can flatter his eyes awake. His blurry vision slowly sees the 22 year old male bowing to him.
"Hanguang Jun, it's about to snow, let's go back to the Silence Room, you'll freeze if you stay here." Lan Sizhui said, as he offered an arm to his elder.
"I'm fine. He'll.. be cold. Take some coat to cover his grave." Lan Zhan ordered as he pinched the bridge of his nose. The man was now.. old, a few white hairs started showing in his long, lostruous jet black hair. It has been approximately 20 years since Wei Wuxian's death, and Lan Wangji was yet to finish grieving. Though years go by and people come by, every morning he woke up, he'd felt the grief right where it was on the day of Wei Ying's death.
"Hanguang Jun, here, coat." Lan Sizhui's voice broke Lan Zhan out of his trance again as he takes the coat and puts it on top of Wei Ying's 'grave'. All these years, Lan Zhan has yet to find the body of is beloved. And thus, on a cold, desperate night, he made a grave filled with all the things Wei Ying left him with. There was no real body under that tomb, of course. Just a bell from Yunmeng, a red tie, and Lan Zhan's clothes that Wei Ying used to use. All of them, wrapped up in a soft cloth, a being of Lan Zhan's grief, carrying the essence of a pressence of Wei Ying. The man Lan Zhan loved to the brim with his whole heart.
Lan Zhan's eyes wrinkled as he squinted, the cold ice rough against his skin. "Wei Ying, don't go anywhere. Stay here."
Lan Zhan said as he caressed the mount of Wei Yin's grave. "Wei Ying..."
"Hanguang Jun, come on. Let's go back." Lan Sizhui said as he attempted to reach for his senior to help him stand and leave the grave. It was true, Lan Zhan barely said a word eversince Wei Ying left. Although, Sizhui never knew just how talkative he was back when his beloved's still alive, he knew that Lan Zhan will only ever speak more than 3 words at once if he was commanding something connected to Wei Ying. When he ruled the forces who looked for Wei Ying's body, when he told Lan Sizhui the story of Wei Ying's life after the adult man met a certain Ghost General who revealed to him about his past, and even when he's asking to be helped to visit Wei Ying's grave.
He would come by onto Wei Ying's grave every night. One jug of Emperor's Smile, two cups, and sometimes, he'd bring a rabbit or two. And every single morning, he'd come to the cliff his beloved once died. And played their song, Wu Ji. Each pick of his guqin felt like a tug in his heart, yet each tug felt like Wei Wuxian's. As if this is the only was for him to want to start the day. To be greeted by the presence of his beloved Wei Ying.
"Wei Ying..." Lan Zhan said, his eyes trailed into the name in the tombstone as e caressed the back off the harsh tomb.
"H-Hanguang Jun!!" Lan Sizhui quickly crouches as he sees the old man's wary eyes. He looked beyond exhausted, and even more so, desperate. Lan Sizhui quickly hold firmly onto the old man's shoulder.
"Wei Ying, come back.. to Gusu.. with me....."