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After Wei Wuxian died, Jiang Cheng found it hard to look at anything red in colour because it reminded him too much of the one who left him.
Jiang Cheng spotted a dog shivering in the cold on the streets and the instinct to shield the one who was always by his
After Wei Wuxian died, Jiang Cheng found it hard to look at anything red in colour because it reminded him too much of the one who left him.
Jiang Cheng spotted a dog shivering in the cold on the streets and the instinct to shield the one who was always by his
side made his heart ache when there was only an empty space beside him.
Lotus roots and pork ribs soup no longer taste of anything except the ashes of all the bodies of his sect and family.
The Yunmeng clarity bell by his waist etched with the character “Ying” gave him
Lotus roots and pork ribs soup no longer taste of anything except the ashes of all the bodies of his sect and family.
The Yunmeng clarity bell by his waist etched with the character “Ying” gave him
sleepless nights. Its partner that used to hang on Wei Wuxian’s waist, with the character “Cheng” lost to times long past.
Yellow books he confiscated from his disciples reminded him of three teenagers during their studies in those serene and ignorant childhood times.
Yellow books he confiscated from his disciples reminded him of three teenagers during their studies in those serene and ignorant childhood times.
The memories were painful.
Wei Wuxian died. He died and left him alone. The dead should be the ones who suffered, but why was Jiang Cheng the one hurting?
He heard the sharp notes of a dizi and his skin crawled. He didn’t want to be reminded of Wei Wuxian anymore.
Wei Wuxian died. He died and left him alone. The dead should be the ones who suffered, but why was Jiang Cheng the one hurting?
He heard the sharp notes of a dizi and his skin crawled. He didn’t want to be reminded of Wei Wuxian anymore.
But what if—
Jiang Cheng always followed the sounds of the dizi—like the pied piper and the rats. Every time his hopes were raised and dashed.
He whipped Zidian in the air and choked the imitators to death. People call him ruthless, heartless.
Jiang Cheng always followed the sounds of the dizi—like the pied piper and the rats. Every time his hopes were raised and dashed.
He whipped Zidian in the air and choked the imitators to death. People call him ruthless, heartless.
He should stop. Let his disciples deal with those imitators trying to wreck havoc with the feared name of the YLLZ. Sect Leader Jiang did not need to personally step in.
But what if—
Jiang Cheng knew he was delusional but he held on to that tiny fledging of hope.
But what if—
Jiang Cheng knew he was delusional but he held on to that tiny fledging of hope.
But what if—?
Jiang Cheng waited. Years came and go in a flash. Wei Wuxian came back. Jiang Cheng did not wait and hope for a dream.
Except it was.
A dream that would never come true.
What did he wait for all these years?
A farewell…
Jiang Cheng waited. Years came and go in a flash. Wei Wuxian came back. Jiang Cheng did not wait and hope for a dream.
Except it was.
A dream that would never come true.
What did he wait for all these years?
A farewell…
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