Lan Huan | Lan Xichen | Zewu-Jun (
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2019-12-31 02:30 am (UTC)
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It takes time. Meng Yao is left tied to the horse for five minutes. Maybe half an hour.
Maybe an hour.
It starts to snow, and still he must wait.
But eventually, there are quiet footsteps approaching from behind, where Meng Yao can't see. Ropes are untied and gentle hands help him off the horse.
His benefactor's face is finally revealed as he drapes a warm cloak over Meng Yao.
Lan Xichen.
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Maybe an hour.
It starts to snow, and still he must wait.
But eventually, there are quiet footsteps approaching from behind, where Meng Yao can't see. Ropes are untied and gentle hands help him off the horse.
His benefactor's face is finally revealed as he drapes a warm cloak over Meng Yao.
Lan Xichen.