" All things that are the epitome of beauty are destined to be tragic. Just like love. So beautiful, warm and the sharpest wound one owns."
The winds carried the forlorn melody of yearning. A loyal carrier of the haunting tale of love unrequited. The moonlight bathed the figure carved out of ice, a statue of elegance, as he sang out the sorrows of his bleeding heart on his guqin. For 16 years he had drowned himself in serenading his soulmate ceaselessly. Playing this melody entailing his feelings for never could he believe he was worthy of the one who owned his heart. And all those signs, the warning signs of rejection, oh how a laugh could be so cruel to pierce his heart and tear it into a bleeding mess of muscles and yet the person be the one to breathe life into his monotonous solitude.
The predicament was the vilest of all and yet Lan Wangji couldn't be more grateful to at least be a part of it.
Wei Ying. A star of his eyes. The one to colour his life in vibrancy.
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