Nov 4, 2020
🏠 we can be anything
summary: Wei Ying had asked him if the house had a name. An innocent question that had left him reeling. A name always given to something adored, a honeyed word. But the house was always called his mother’s- bitterly by his uncle when he let them stay there for summers; gently, reverently by his brother; never by his father and never by him lest it all vanish when spoken about.
(Where Lan Zhan returns to his mother’s house twenty years after his mother’s death and hires Wei Ying to help. A story of a house and its loneliness)
tags: softcore horror, modern au with cultivation, getting together, intimacy
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