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Ling Wen bowed her head towards him, unable to keep the shock out of her face or voice, [Congratulations on your marriage, Dianxia. If you don't mind me asking, who is the lucky lady? Heaven has not heard any news of such a glorious event so far...] Xie Lian smiled, a genuine and warm one, [Thank you, my lady. It was a quiet affair, we were content with just our bows. Oh- And, I have a husband, so not a lady I'm afraid.] The silence that followed within the spiritual communication array lasted not even a second before the gods broke into even more uproarious shouts of incredulity. AKA; Twice banished, thrice ascended, Xie Lian must face the memories of his past that tortured him and the troubles that plagued him eight centuries ago. Only, this time, he will brave the ghosts of his past with his husband by his side. Can severed relationships be reformed? Are those who appear to hold the most beautiful faces the ones that truly need to be feared? Whatever it is, the god and ghost will face it together. (Cross posted on AO3 under the same username) *Credits to MXTX for the original work this fanfiction is inspired from.
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