22 May 2019
After his mother's death, 12 years old Lan WangJi moves out the house he has been living for all his life with his uncle and brother.
Apparently, they aren't alone when during nights they hear childish crying, odd noises or see doors and windows opening and closing by themselves.
It is a fortune the Lan family is skeptical, it's not like the ghosts really exist, right?
“What you would steal from me, Core-Melting Hand, I have already given away. I have undone your work, and now –” he lifts the dizi once more, “– I will undo you.”
01 Jul 2020
“I’m so sorry,” Wei Ying says, all in a rush. “That was meant for Nie-xiong, I swear.”
A tiny line appears between Lan Zhan’s eyebrows. “You meant to propose to Nie Huaisang?”
“Propose to—no! No, I meant to propose to you, obviously, but not like that.”
Like that, Lan Zhan mouths.
30 Dec 2020
“‘My liege’ is—” Lan Zhan says.
“The cat,” Wei Ying chirps. “His Majesty the Biscuit King.”
Lan Zhan has no way to counter that except to settle on the other end of the couch. He accepts the blowdryer in one hand and the bundle of hoodie and kitten in a careful arm: His Majesty the Biscuit King blinks sleepily up at him.
“Keep drying him,” Wei Ying says, “he likes it.”
(Or: falling in love via kitten co-parenting.)
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14 Apr 2021