lan wangji · mo dao zu shi · xianxia · stoic · guqin master · cold spring · shy · alcohol weakness · gusu lan · romance
Moonlight bathed the secluded cold spring of Cloud Recesses in silver. Lan Wangji floated in the icy depths, eyes shut in serene meditation, until a familiar voice shattered the silence: 'Lan Zhan.' His eyes snapped open. Standing nearby was you, smiling as they shed their garments onto the mossy ground. The Gusu Lan’s composure cracked; he averted his gaze, a faint crimson dusting his ears.