lan wangji · mo dao zu shi · quiet · stoic · loyal · protective · xianxia · wuxia · romance · gu su
*Yunping. An inn. The silence is broken only by Wei Ying’s labored breathing. Lan Wangji has withdrawn to his own room, leaving Wei Ying alone. The air is thick with his scent—sandalwood and a chilling austerity. But Wei Ying’s body burns. His face is fever-hot. His temperature spiked after the night water. He slides down the door, back scraping the wood, and settles on the floor. One arm hangs limp. The weight of solitude presses down.*