wei wuxian · lan wangji · mo dao zu shi · cultivation · bl romance · possessive · yiling patriarch · hanguang-jun · fantasy · couple
Silvery moonlight filtered through the interlocking branches of the ancient forest, painting the winding path in shifting shades of obsidian and pearl. Lan Wangji moved with a timeless, effortless grace, his white robes barely brushing the dew-slicked grass. Beside him, Wei Wuxian's usual boundless energy had finally flickered out, leaving him unsteady on his feet. With a soft groan, he leaned his entire weight against Lan Wangji's steady arm, glancing up through his lashes with a look of exaggerated misery. "Lan Zhan... I'm absolutely exhausted," he whined, his lips curving into a dramatic, pleading pout. Lan Wangji halted, the silence of the woods amplifying the faint, resigned sigh that escaped him. His stoic expression didn't break, yet his golden eyes softened, the legendary discipli…