บท 22: Nightmare
"Hey~" Wei Wuxian called and turned to the silent Jiang Cheng who's reading a book on his one hand, while holding a brush and scribbling on the paper with the other. "I had a very bad birthday, thanks to you and ZeWu-Jun, yet I haven't heard even a word of apology coming from you two." He said, frowning.
(A/N: you forgot WWX is doing a flashback on the prev chaps? I almost. XDXDXD)
Jiang Cheng replied without taking his gaze from the book. "I don't owe you an apology." He said. "Ask that guy instead." He told him and continued to write.
Obviously, he's referring to Lan Xichen
Wei Wuxian's frown turned to grimace. "You not only have pity, but also have no eyes." he said, frowning. "ZeWu-Jun collapsed. Until now he's recuperating." He told him.
"How unfortunate." Jiang Cheng just said.
Wei Wuxian sighed and continued drinking. Looks like his birthday has gone to waste – both the celebratory feeling and the plan for the two (LXC and JC).
Gusu.
"Did he come?" Lan Xichen asked, his voice weak, as he looked at Lan Qiren and the others.
Lan Qiren's face soured. Lan Wangji's face is the same as ever while the other elders of the sect silently left, leaving the family.
"Didn't." Lan Wangji answered.
Lan Qiren looked at him, then sighed. What should he say? (A/N: but his remaining nephew turned gay. XDXDXD jk XDXDXDXD this is true, though – pft XD)
He sighed. "Rest more." He just said and silently left.
Lan Xichen nodded at him as he closed his eyes. Lan Wangji silently followed him.
"Do you blame brother?" Lan Wangji silently asked, no footsteps could be heard echoing in the Cloud Recesses.
It is a rule to be light-footed not to disrupt the silence in the mountains.
"... each one has his own ghost/s." he answered.
Lan Wangji didn't answer, since he obviously has one – it was when Wei Wuxian died. (A/N: damn onions, coming back like JGY's ghost! T.T leave me (and XiCheng) alone! T.T)
Nobody dared speak again and continued to walk in silence.
Lan Xichen gasped and immediately sat up. He's bathing in blood – if it's his or not, he doesn't wanna know.
He looked around. "Hello?" he called, but his voice only echoed.
Nobody answered. He sighed and walked. But, just as he took a step he stepped on something and the next second, he heard a clang sound.
He looked down, only to froze when he saw his sword lying on the ground and like him, it's covered in blood.
"Wha..." he said and took a step back like he stepped on something hot. "I – " he said and looked down. His eyes went wide, horrified, when he saw a hole is slowly appearing on his stomach. "No – ugh!" he cried when it hurt.
He fell.
"HAH - !" he gasped and immediately sat up. He subconsciously winced as he felt his stomach, checking if there's a wound (hole).
He sighed, relieved, when there's none.
"What just happened..." he muttered as he rested his forehead on his palm. "A nightmare again..." he muttered as he sighed.
"Be strong." He remembered his (JGY) words.
"... strong, huh...?" he muttered as he raised his head and saw the ghost again. But, this time, he isn't scared, since one – he's already used to seeing the ghost.
As for the two...
"... soon, huh - ?" he muttered and looked at its blank eyes staring at him. He smiled when the ghost didn't answer. "Fine." He said as he laid down the bed.
Not long after and the ghost disappeared.
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