"A-And this is the newest piece of our collection," The plain-faced tour guy says, nervously correcting his glasses, "What at first appears to be a pair of regular stone statues..."
"... But it has been discovered that if the light falls on them from a different angle… "
He pushes a few buttons on the console that he clutches in his sweaty palms.
A blinding flash of light and a few of the visitors gasp.
Within the glass box, the statue of the Scrap Collecting Immortal shines brilliantly.
Its twinkling light falls on the Red Supreme's statue next to it—The Red Supreme's expression eases up. A hint of a smile lurks in his features now.
Not the kind that suits the most powerful entity of the legends or the cheeky jokester they got to know by the end of the tour.
It's genuine, peaceful, and blessed.
"Legends say when being worshiped with his pair, the color of the Scrap Collecting Immortal changes from its original dusty white to shimmering gold."
The Meek Tour Guide informs his own group, but Lai Wen's intently listens in, too.
"All we know is: this pair of statues can not be separated."
"Damn right," A snicker.
It's not a loud remark, but the tone they used demands attention.
And attention shall it get—Everyone turns their heads towards the direction of the sound.
It's coming from a man, leaning onto the doorframe leisurely.
He seems to be young, but he's tall, his crimson-colored suit could melt into the walls. The simple glance and one can say: he's a man of wealth and power.
Who know how long he has been standing there idly...
The two Tour Guides' reactions couldn't be more different.
"San Lang!" Tour Guy turns towards him and shouts excitedly, as if happy to see him.
Even his face lights up as if it would be /him/ who's secretly shimmering gold.
The other one shivers and unceremoniously drops the console in his hand.
"Cu-curator!!!"
"Tsk. Careful, that thing costs more than your life."
"Y-yes, sir…"
The stranger walks slowly to Tour Guy. It's predatory but different from his earlier grunt. In fact, when he starts to speak, his voice is silky.
"Is gege having fun?"
"En," Tour Guide Guy beams then turns to the group, seemingly unaware of everyone staring at them.
Hua Cheng leans inappropriately close to Tour Guy:
"I could say the same about gege."
One of the girls hides her blush and squeals and Lai Wen has to admit: "yeah, this Hua Cheng guy is indeed a flirt."
Well, at least the roleplayer Tour Guy found his pair it seems.
Hua Cheng continues to ignore the group, his undevides focus only on Tour Guy.
"Are you ready to go?"
"Oh, I can't go yet. There's another group tour in 5 minutes and I thought of sorting out some things late in the night."
"Then let me help," Hua Cheng offers.
"Is San Lang not busy right now?"
"Work can wait. I don't mind helping out."
There's the shimmering smile on Tour Guy's face again that makes everyone except Hua Cheng blind, but that's not a problem because—
—because he's the only one who is willing to meet that light head-on. He even basks in it.
Lai Wen watches them and feels a strange sensation. A foreign feeling, that while looking at them he mustn't see two people but two pieces of art…
Must be the museum's atmosphere.
"Will Eming be alright without us around?"
Hua Cheng's tone is indifferent:
"It better be."
"San Laaang!"
"Alright, alright. Let's take it out for a walk tomorrow."
Oh, scratch all that, Lai Wen rages, They even named their pet Eming!!! What a pair of role-playing weirdos.
His gaze shifts to the weirdos' hands.
The red knots brushing together as they lace their fingers seamelessly.
The Red Stringed Lovers. The Red Supreme and his Beloved. Tour Guide Guy and Curator Hua Cheng.
I want what they have.
// DAY (FINAL) END - THE END 🏛️
This story ends here, thank you so much for following it for a whole week! 💗
Thank you @Ying_anSanren and @yingfish for the art, help and support! I'm immeasurably grateful.
There will be an NSFW museum-after-dark addition with our favourite tour guide and curator pair later.
Final art, Ying'an, it was a pleasure doing a collab with you! 💕
"It's already the third round, gege is being insatiable," Hua Cheng says, but he readily accepts whatever Xie Lian wishes to do to him. "Or is it that you can't get enough?"
It's not Xie Lian who answers his teasing, but a metallic 'clang'.
Sparks fly when blade meets blade, reflecting in his dark eyes, half-lidded with concentration and something that always lurks inside him when facing Hua Cheng.
Hua Cheng strides forward with his scimitar—it's different from Eming, who tends to get either overly excited or balky with Xie Lian around, thus, it gets
banned from the armory whenever the pair indulge themselves in sparring.
Book 4, Wuming POV + bonus #hualian (#wulian) 800 years later
The stomped-over petals of the white flower were scattered across the floor. A miserable beauty thoroughly trampled—It reminded Wuming of his god.
Wuming just stared, a horrified expression hidden behind his mask as his beloved, pierced himself through with the same damned black sword that caused him so much suffering already, jumping down to land flat on the cold Lang'er Bay ground.
He admittedly hated the way His Highness resulted to do this, but he had a hunch why he's still trying so hard.
After all, he said what he said: His Highness will forever be His Highness.
Besides, Wuming understood it like no one else what it meant to feel one person enough.
There are small and big ones, some with bamboo hats, some without it, some in fighting stances, some draped over divans or altars. Some are playing instruments, dancing, carrying a basket of fruits or doing house chores.
Only one thing do they have in common: they are sculpted with the utmost care, their details exquisite.
Lai Wen knows this and that about art, but when faced with these statues the more he looks at them, the more he starts to feel how an unmistakable air lingers in the room.
The round room was the largest one so far, full of hanged paintings, both modern and ancient, decorating the walls.
In the middle there's a huge banner: [Love Through The Ages: Origin Myths of The Red String of Fate]
While Tour Guide Guy waits for the whole group to gather around the first scroll that seemed to be the oldest one, Lai Wen took his time to look around: many paintings featured characters connected by the titular red string of fate.