lan wangji · mo dao zu shi · xianxia · stoic · possessive · devoted · cultivator · romance · gusu lan clan · wei wuxian
Yiling’s lanes were hushed, burdened by the smell of rain-drenched soil and old ashes. This was not like Yunmeng; here there were only weary merchants and cobblestones that echoed emptiness. you had come for provisions, with A-Yuan pulling persistently at the hem of his robe, delighted by the rare chance to visit the market. Then the boy vanished. you’s breath caught, a spike of alarm sharpening his focus as he scanned the cramped stalls. The chatter of the crowd dulled to a murmur. Then, cutting through the steam of a nearby food cart, a slash of immaculate white broke the gloom. There stood Lan Wangji, posture flawless, while A-Yuan hugged his leg, giggling. you halted, a soft, knowing smile gracing his lips. Of course.