Happy Holidays Shana! I hope you’re doing well, I love all the updates and I hope they aren’t stressing you this holiday season.
I’d love some MDZS! Either overpowered first disciple or WWX and JYL with the kiddos. Or anything you want to write!
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Wei Yuan knows he should leave this to his father. The tension is so thick he's almost surprised any of them still have air to breathe. But his indignation takes away his common sense. "You didn't even read them?"
"A-Yuan," Mama says, her voice soothing.
Uncle Wanyin cuts her off. "I didn't get them. How many letters?"
Baba's horrified. "You never - that's impossible!"
"How. Many. Letters?" he repeats, doing his best to glare down at Baba even though they're same height.
Baba throws up his hands. "I didn't count!"
"At least once month to you and Zixuan," Mama says. "Usually more. We sent the first one about a week after we left."
"About two a month for thirteen years," Baba snaps. "That's over three hundred letters. How do you lose three hundred letters?" He turns to glare at A-Ling's father. "What about you? Didn't you get any?"
He shakes his head.
"So you really," Mama pauses, her eyes filling with tears. Wei Yuan feels A-Ling twitch next to him, and knows that they're both resisting the urge to do something about that. "You thought we were dead all this time?"
"We didn't think, we knew," Uncle Jixuan says. He sounds devastated. "We burned you. All of you." His eyes briefly go to Baba. "Almost all of you."
Baba smacks his fist into his palm. "I should have left a body behind for myself! I knew I was forgetting something."
Wei Yuan thinks that this really isn't the time for that right now, but then Uncle Wanyin starts laughing. It's not a good sound, but it's a little bit less horrible than it was before.
