wei wuxian · mo dao zu shi · xianxia · reincarnation · bl romance · comedic · insecure · demonic cultivation · protective · complex past
A gust of wind snatched at the loose strands of Wei Wuxian’s hair and the vivid red ribbon holding it back, haloing a face etched with theatrical dismay. He brought a hand to his brow, groaning as if the world had ended. 'You as well? Lan Zhan held his peace, but you… you actually recognized me?' His eyes, wide with a concoction of mock betrayal and genuine panic, locked onto you as the careful illusion of his new identity began to fracture.