Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

Chapter 158 It’s not just Lan Wangji who is stubborn, but also Lan Xichen

While patrolling the riverbank, Chaoyang and his disciples unexpectedly ran into Lan Xichen. He wasn't wearing the Lan family's attire, nor was he wearing a headband; instead, he simply held his hair in place with a jade hairpin, appearing remarkably fresh and refined.

Chaoyang was shocked when he saw Lan Xichen. Recalling that he had taken off his mask and what had happened, Chaoyang's tone became sharp: "Why are you here?"

Lan Xichen's gaze swept over the disciples around Chaoyang. Lan Xichen calmly replied, "Are you sure I want to say this here?"

Chaoyang was silent for a moment, then signaled his disciples to leave first, and he spoke to Lan Xichen alone.

After the disciples had gone far away, Lan Xichen spoke: "I came to find you."

Chaoyang frowned and asked, "How did you know I was here?"

Lan Xichen didn't immediately respond to Chaoyang's words. He simply walked forward, reached out, and gently grasped Chaoyang's right hand. Chaoyang instinctively tried to break free from Lan Xichen's grip, but Lan Xichen said in an unyielding tone, "Don't move."

Chao Yang was confused by Lan Xichen's actions. He asked, "What do you mean?" Lan Xichen just smiled and replied, "There are some things we need to talk about."

When Chaoyang heard this, he immediately understood what Lan Xichen wanted to say next. An inexplicable anger surged in Chaoyang's heart. He exerted force suddenly, trying to break free from Lan Xichen's restraints, "There is nothing to say between us." There was a hint of determination in Chaoyang's voice, and he didn't want to continue this topic.

The smile on Lan Xichen's face suddenly cooled, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes. Instead of giving up, he reached out even more firmly and scooped Chaoyang into a hug, attempting to soothe him. Chaoyang struggled in Lan Xichen's embrace, but Lan Xichen's arms were incredibly strong. He held Chaoyang tightly, as if silently expressing his persistence and determination.

Chaoyang tried to use his spiritual power to break free from Lan Xichen's embrace, but all his strength was absorbed by the Tumi flower on Lan Xichen's wrist. At this moment, Chaoyang wanted to scold his past self who had refined the mask and dug such a deep hole for himself.

Seeing that he couldn't break free, Chaoyang could only give up helplessly and let Lan Xichen hold him tightly, "What on earth are you doing?"

When Chaoyang stopped struggling, Lan Xichen eased his grip, but still held on, fearing Chaoyang would escape if he did. Lan Xichen held Chaoyang tightly and said, "Chaoyang, my feelings for you weren't just because you saved me. They were born during my time as a student at the Lan Clan."

Seeing Chaoyang's lack of reaction, Lan Xichen continued, "Do you remember our first encounter in the library? You were leaning against the window, magnolias in full bloom outside, absorbed in your reading. It was a beautiful sight. Even though you were wearing a mask, your beauty still captivated me. And you were so kind as to diagnose my pulse and gift me the 'Guyuan Pill.' In the Lan family, you were the only one willing to listen to my whispers, never questioning the reasons, simply silently accompanying me. As time passed, this love took root in my heart, growing deeper and deeper."

Lan Xichen's words revealed so much emotion that perhaps even he himself didn't realize that his arms, tightly hugging Chaoyang, had unconsciously tensed. Chaoyang cried out in pain, "Let go, it hurts."

Hearing this, Lan Xichen quickly loosened his grip, a hint of apology in his eyes. He whispered, "I'm sorry." Lan Xichen knew his own strength, and fearing injury, he checked.

Chaoyang seized the opportunity and quickly jumped out of Lan Xichen's arms. Lan Xichen's outstretched arms paused in mid-air, then he slowly lowered them as if nothing had happened.

The two looked at each other in silence, and Lan Xichen suddenly asked, "Are you rejecting me by asking me to recall my memories from my previous life?"

Chaoyang turned around, neither looking at Lan Xichen nor answering his question. Perhaps even Chaoyang himself was not sure of the answer.

Lan Xichen pressed on, "Are you bothered by what happened between me and A-Yao... Meng-Yao in a past life, or do you simply dislike me?" Ever since regaining his memories on the battlefield, he'd been unable to sleep, worried that Chaoyang was no longer a possibility. It wasn't until the rosy rose flower on his wrist could sense Chaoyang's whereabouts that Lan Xichen rushed to him, abandoning everything for a single answer.

Chaoyang suddenly turned around, looked Lan Xichen in the eyes, and asked inscrutablely, "Who do you think we are?"

Lan Xichen clutched his sleeve tightly, as if searching for strength to bolster his resolve. He took a deep breath and replied firmly, "In Xichen's heart, Chaoyang is neither a senior nor a friend. He is the person Xichen loves, the companion with whom he will walk through every day and night of the future."

Chaoyang: "Are you so sure that I will agree?"

Lan Xichen stretched out his right hand, revealing the rose flower on his wrist, and said affirmatively: "It gives the answer. You don't say it, but it is there. You are my Taoist companion, for life after life." His voice was firm and powerful, as if he was confirming this fateful promise to the rising sun and to himself.

Chaoyang looked at the hibiscus flower, gritted his teeth, and thought to himself, forget it. In fact, the flower had already revealed his choice to Chaoyang - he liked it in his heart, but he was not yet ready to accept it.

Lan Xichen noticed Chaoyang's hesitation and stepped forward, gently hugging Chaoyang again, but quickly released him. "Don't force yourself. Once you've thought it through, I'm willing to wait, no matter how long it takes."

Chaoyang was suddenly startled, his heartbeat accelerating. He forcefully pushed Lan Xichen away and said anxiously, "Aren't you uniting the forces of hundreds of clans to fight against the Wen Clan? As the Young Master of the Lan Clan, it would be inappropriate for you to leave the battlefield. Return immediately."

Lan Xichen smiled faintly, a glint of determination flashing in his eyes. He didn't return to the previous topic, but changed the subject, saying, "I know you want to restore our memories in order to avenge A Ying. Don't worry, I won't stop you, and neither will Wangji. You can rest assured."

Chaoyang: "How do you know it was me who did it? And not something you thought of yourself?"

Lan Xichen merely smiled, remaining silent. He wasn't stupid. Shortly after Chaoyang took Wei Ying away from the Lan Clan, he and Wangji quickly regained their memories. Yet, no matter how hard they tried, they could no longer reach Wei Ying or Chaoyang. Didn't that speak volumes? Perhaps this wasn't just about revenge for Wei Ying, but more importantly, about trying to dissuade Lan Xichen from his duties. But how could Lan Xichen fulfill Chaoyang's wish? He devoted his all to what he cherished. Don't assume Lan Wangji was the only one stubborn; he, Lan Xichen, was equally stubborn, though he simply kept it hidden.