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There are strange sounds coming from the cryogenesis room. Wei Ying's contract expressly forbids him from entering the cryo room, lest he inadvertently or purposely sabotages the "goods". He can't even enter the corridor where the room is—

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at least not without setting off klaxons and having the spaceship's AI send off a message to the company back on Yunmeng. Nevertheless, it's a pretty cushy job. He just has to sit around and make sure life support and cryo doesn't fail; the ship's AI does most of the maintenance.

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History of Music Cultivation is a grad-level class and yet Wei Ying manages to snag a coveted spot in the class. Wei Ying is accustomed to charming professors into allowing him into their overfull classes—a winning smile and effusive compliments. And yet Wei Ying somehow thinks that Lan-laoshi is not convinced by the curve of Wei Ying’s mouth & the sweet words from his tongue. Nevertheless, Wei Ying triumphantly brandishes a signed form as he says to Jiang Cheng, “Guess who’s learning musical cultivation this semester!”

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What cultivator doesn’t have a bit of inhuman blood in them? Wei Ying doesn’t discriminate! He even has some jiaoren blood in him from his father’s side of the family—just enough for him to breathe underwater. And yet when Wei Ying looks at Lan Zhan, he thinks that those golden eyes are not “a bit of inhuman blood”. There’s something about the way Lan Zhan’s mouth parts ever so slightly whenever he enters a room, as if catching a scent. His teeth are endlessly white and sharp.

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Five bells toll deeply in the Cloud Recesses, cutting through the howling wind. The ringing reverberates through Wei Ying’s body as his muscles tense and his meridians flow freely with qi. Slumber sloughs off Wei Ying just as— easily as his loosely tied robes slide off his shoulder. A white hand, long-fingered & calloused, reaches to slide cloth upwards.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying murmurs on the fifth toll, “what was that?”

“Five tolls,” Lan Zhan says in a sleep-rough voice, “for a death—in the main line.”

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#Day6: THE ONLY ONE LEFT BY HIS SIDE

When Wei Ying was a child, his favorite game was playing house. "I'm Mama and you're Baba," he would say to Lan Zhan. And Lan Zhan would nod solemnly, fat cheeks wobbling. "This is Xiao Baobao," he would say as he shook his stuffed rabbit. It had a brown stain on one of the ears that Wei Ying as a child could never stand to look at without wanting to cry.