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They all stilled in their place, staring at the green field. On the edge, only about a yard away from the start of the bleachers, was the source of the laughter. Oh, that sweet meoldic laughter that had faded into away this summer. The male who honed such a sound, was dressed in what seemed to only be black and red. His back was turned to them, but they all could clearly see the smile that would sync with his laughter.

The man bent down, lifting up a smaller body, which shrieked with giggles. A child. This boy was holding a young child in his hands. Lan Zhan's felt his breathing hitch as the man's face was now in their view. It was him.

Wei WuXian.