How can I read whatâs written on the Wall of Discipline when I canât see?â
Lan Wangjiâs mind froze. Golden eyes zoning in onto the eyes of the disciple, thatâs when he saw it. As mesmerizing as the discipleâs silver eyes were, there was a haziness about them that refused to absorb the light of the moon.
How could this captivating disciple cultivate when he couldnât see ?
Wei Ying looked up at him, giving him a clear view of his tear-stained face and hazy silver eyes. The boy gasped.
âYour qi is so pretty! Itâs such a pretty shade of blue, just like that snow fairy!â
Lan Wangji was shocked. Wei Wuxian could see qi? Maybe thatâs why heâs able to navigate and tell people apartâŚ
âSnow fairy?â He asked, somewhat amused.
Wei Ying nodded his head vigorously. âBefore Uncle Jiang found me, I was living on the streets in Yiling. One snowy day, I was making straw dolls to represent me and my mom and dad, when this snow fairy came up in front of me and gave me his toy paddle drum. That was the only time I wished I could see properly. He must have been really pretty!â
âI see,â was all Lan Wangji could say. Would wonders never cease? He finally found the boy he gave his toy to. When he came back to that same spot with his brother and uncle in tow, the boy was gone, leaving the straw dolls behind. They didnât believe him about the boy, but before they left, he had hidden the straw dolls in his sleeve. He still had them hidden away in his quarters. What puzzled him was that the boy he met back then did not white hairâŚ[2]
The quiet was broken by the sound of a xiao. He recognized the song.
âWei Ying,â he said, looking down at the boy in his arms. âI want you to close your eyes and slowly count to ten. When you reach ten, I want you to open them, and I promise that you will be somewhere safe. Can you do that for me?â
âMn,â Wei Ying nodded his head.
âGood boy,â he said, leaning down to kiss his forehead.
The boy smiled brightly at him, cheeks flushed, and that smile sent butterflies fluttering in his stomach. He wanted to kiss him again, only not on the foreheadâŚhe held himself back, wanting to think over this feeling.
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