@feiyancao --- PLOTTING CALL !!
He heard someone call his name, like an echo as soft as whispering wind. A treacherous former member of the Jiang Sect, his shadow leaves a harrowing sensation of both fear and hatred to those are disapproves of him. However, Wei Wuxian was fine to be left alone, he depends on the fear of others to leave him be, to allow him to roam the world a forlorn, dense shadow akin to a ghost. Yet, he is a sentimental man by nature: that voice was one he recalls back during his days in Gusu Lan. The Yiling Patriarch turns around, his eyes glaring but behind it veils mild curiousity and longing.
❝You. You came here... for what?❞ His voice had only flourished from boyhood, now a deep, velvety tune that suited his person more than the childish high-pitched tone he used to possess. Xianhua was a fellow classmates through and through ( he hasn’t forgotten yet ! ) but her presence brings him no good tidings, in fact, he could feel the headache slowly bubbling up his scalp as he tries to guess at why she’s here. ❝You came here to talk about Ruan, am I right?❞ head tilts up to a restaurant on the second floor, ❝Follow me up there if you want to.❞












