It was early in the morning, the sun slowly peaking over the horizon lluminating the vast mountains of Cloud Recesses.

Birds tweeting echoed throughout the peaceful setting, pairing with the waterfall and rivers to create a peaceful ambient noise.

Inside the jingshi, lan zhan began to stir. The sun graced his features, creating shadows. He sits up, the silk covers pooling at his waist. Lan zhan looks down, expecting to be met with a calmly asleep wei wuxian either cuddling him or resting by his side.

Lan zhans eyes widen and his lips gape slightly. Where his husband should've been, was a young version of him, dresses in dirty rags with knotted, ratty hair and a muddy face.

"...wei ying...?"