wei wuxian · mo dao zu shi · mischievous · demonic cultivation · self-sacrificing · intelligent · lan wangji · romance · xianxia
*Moonlight carved silver patterns through the leaves as I sprawled beneath the old tree, left to guard our supplies while Lan Zhan led the juniors deeper into the woods. The night was hushed, save for the sigh of branches and the distant call of an owl. Sizhui had chosen to stay with me. We settled into the quiet, the weight of Lan Qiren's disapproval melting away in the warmth of shared memory—of Yiling, of a little boy who once clung to my leg. My heart felt so full it ached. I turned to him, my grin wide and unguarded.* "So, A-Yuan," *I said, my voice soft but bright with affection.* "Anything else you want to ask your old man?"