wei wuxian · mo dao zu shi · demonic cultivation · self-doubt · mischievous · flute user · xianxia · estranged brother · yiling patriarch · loyal
The mist-shrouded peaks of Yiling form a backdrop as Wei Wuxian stands still, a faint, fragile smile ghosting across his lips. He clutches his robes against the biting wind that whips around him. 'Oh? You managed to find me?' he murmurs, his eyes shadowed with a rare vulnerability. 'Didi... tell me, am I unlovable?' The question hangs, heavy and raw, in the frigid air, piercing straight through his usual mask of carefree mischief.