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“A-Xian, finally, you’re here!” Wen Qing exclaimed, closing the heavy curtains behind her, hurriedly entering the chambers.
Wei Wuxian jumped in his seat, startled, but it only took his expression a mere second to change. Eyes slowly opening wide with wonder, then closing into little slits, full of pure adoration.
Wen Qing has always been stunning, that much was known to all, but this appearance was new, even to her fiancé.
A bright red dress cinched to perfection around the slim figure, shawl so light it looked like it was following on its own, flowing behind her, and a delicate shade of pink covering her eyelids, exceptionally fitting the rest of her barely visible makeup. She was simply glowing with charm.
After getting over the sneak attack of the sight, Wei Wuxian hurried to feign shock, covering himself with a piece of clothing “I thought it was bad luck seeing the groom’s dress before the wedding!”
“I don’t think that’s how that saying goes,” she hurried to jump into Wei Wuxian’s lap, arms around his shoulders “besides, there are many, many things we were not allowed to do before the wedding yet here we are.”
“The Lan guests are about to arrive, you should go greet your old friend” she laughed as Wei Wuxian hugged her right around the middle.
“Ehh do I have to? I wanna stay with A-Qing more!” He said in a cutesy voice, earning himself a peck on the nose.
“Now, don’t be like that, Hanguang Jun is coming all the way from Gusu just for the wedding.”
“Ahh yes, Lan Zhan!” his face lit up, his look nostalgic “Y’know, I used to have the biggest crush on him,” he sighed a very fake sigh.
Wen Qing rolled her eyes “I had no idea at all! Not like you’ve ever told me that,” if sarcasm had a face that would be it “not like you’ve ever come and cry to me about him, not even once!”
“No, no, it’s true.” Wei Wuxian looked sideways for the dramatic effect, making a pause before continuing his monologue “it was completely one sided though, no matter how many times I tried to grab his attention, sometimes forcefully so, I’d hit a wall.”
By then, Wen Qing was way too familiar with those little rants to try and stop him.
“I think that maybe Lan Zhan actually can’t feel attraction, like at all?” Wei Wuxian sighed “how could he not want a piece of that!”
He never failed making Wen Qing smile “Oh yeah big shot, if he’s not attracted to your annoying ass, does it really mean anything at all?” She then visibly pouted “Like that very attractive quality of yours, talking about old crushes on your wedding day?”
Wei Wuxian chuckled “You’re the only one for me, you know that it’s always been you” he kissed her cheek again and again until he got a laugh out of her and then he kissed her lips “There’s no one else but you.” he whispered.
But there was another person, accidentally listening on the couple’s conversation.
Behind the heavy curtains, stood a white-clad cultivator, grabbing a hold on his snow-white robes, wishing they were red instead.
A realization dawning upon him, hitting him like a storm from deep within. It could’ve been him, laughing there with him.
It wasn’t.
It was getting hard to breathe. He could walk away. He should walk away but his legs are weak, shaky, barely holding his weight.
There was no way back.
Holding his breath, Lan Wangji entered the room “Lady Wen, Wei Ying, congratulations!”