Lan wangji with little boy in his lap gently petting him to sleep. This was the child left by him, the sole remanent of his existence. The child he so heartedly introduced to with a bright smile, bragging about how he’s a step father of the adopted child. The child had looked at them both and chose to call lan wangji his father and not wei ying because to that poor child wangji looked cooler than wei ying. Particularly because he could buy them sweets of his likings. This change of title was definitely huge blow to wei ying considering how he has a big ego and likes to boost about his masculinity. In the end he had to stick with his pretty adopted child calling another man dad. But nonetheless as long as that child is happy, as long as his little Sizhui had a home.

But the days of indulgence were short. Wei ying was the grand master of demonic art after all. How could he indulge in giving another a home while he didn’t have himself either. He knew other clans wouldn’t let him live so moments happened he had long predicted. He was to be killed, army of thousand surrounded him who was his side? Just him and oh his lan wangji. But his death was must. So they killed him. Trampling him. Criticising his actions. Leaving his soul entirely broken.

Lan wangji sighs as he feels the soul leaving the soul lamp and leaning against his shoulder. It took few glances at the child and then smiles softly, “He has grown up a lot. Do you think he remembers me now?” Wei ying asks still leaning.

Lan wangji was pained by the question of course the poor child will not remember wei ying, his savour his dad and only remember wangji. “He wouldn’t I wouldn’t let him forget.” It was four years he last saw him it wouldn’t be long before he entirely forgets him yet wangji tries hopes that he will keep reminding him.