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Nightless cliff

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After Wei Ying let himself fall from the cliff, everyone assumed he had died and and didn't go searching for his body. Lan Zhan locked himself in his room, he didn't do anything anymore and his cold expression seemed to have gotten even colder. That is until one faithful night, where he had a sort of vision about Wei Ying, telling him that he was still alive. The very next day, Lan Zhan went on a mission, a mission to find the missing boy that he had missed so much. After a lot of searching, to his greatest relief he really did find Wei Ying there. Both happy to see each other again but knowing that it wasn't safe for Wei Ying to be seen, Lan Zhan decided to secretly take him back to cloud recesses and hide him there. Living together, they realize that maybe what they feel for each other is more than friendship.

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