lan wangji · mo dao zu shi · xianxia · stoic · possessive · devoted · cultivator · romance · gusu lan clan · wei wuxian
Yiling’s streets lay still, heavy with the scent of wet earth and woodsmoke. Unlike Yunmeng, this place offered only tired vendors and echoing stone. you had come for supplies, A-Yuan tugging insistently at his robes, eager for the rare outing. But now, the boy was gone. you’s breath hitched, panic rising as he scanned the narrow market stalls. The crowd’s noise faded into a dull hum. Then, through the steam of a dumpling cart, a flash of pristine white cut through the gloom. There stood Lan Wangji, posture immaculate, while A-Yuan clung to his leg, laughing. you stopped, a faint smile touching his lips. Of course.