: "Neglected Love

Wei Wuxin cradled their newborn son, Jingyu, in his arms, his eyes fixed on the tiny, scrunched face. Lan Wangji approached, a gentle smile on his face, hoping to reconnect with his husband.

"Xin, my love," Lan Wangji whispered, reaching out to embrace Wei Wuxin.

But before their bodies could touch, Jingyu's piercing wail filled the air. Wei Wuxin instinctively turned away, cooing softly to soothe their son.

Lan Wangji's arms hesitated, then dropped to his sides. He tried again, sitting beside Wei Wuxin, hoping for a glance, a touch. Yet, every attempt was thwarted by Jingyu's demands.

Wei Wuxin's attention remained fixed on their child, leaving Lan Wangji feeling neglected, a pang of hurt in his chest. He bit back his disappointment, reasoning that their son required constant care.

As days passed, the pattern continued. Lan Wangji's advances were met with Jingyu's cries, and Wei Wuxin's swift departure to tend to their son. The distance between them grew, Lan Wangji's heart aching in silence.

One evening, as Wei Wuxin fed Jingyu, Lan Wangji sat beside them, his eyes downcast. Wei Wuxin, sensing his gaze, offered a gentle smile.

"Xin, I—"

Jingyu's wail cut off Lan Wangji's words. Wei Wuxin immediately stood, cradling their son.

"I'll be right back, Wangji. He needs changing."

Lan Wangji nodded, his eyes following Wei Wuxin as he left. The silence that remained echoed with unspoken longing.

In the shadows, Lan Wangji's thoughts whispered comfort: "Our son is young, dependent on Xin. This too shall pass. Patience, my heart." Yet, the ache lingered, a reminder of the temporary distance between them...

Lan Wangji stood at the doorway, his eyes searching for Wei Wuxin. He found him in the nursery, gently rocking Jingyu.

"Wuxin, I need to speak with you," Lan Wangji said, his voice soft.

Wei Wuxin looked up, distracted. "Ah, Wangji, can it wait? Jingyu needs—"

"It can't wait," Lan Wangji interrupted, his expression solemn. "I have an important meeting in another town. I'll be gone for a few days."

Wei Wuxin's gaze returned to Jingyu, who began to fuss. "Oh, okay...we'll talk later, Wangji. I need to—"

"Wait, Wei ying," Lan Wangji said, taking a step forward.

But Wei Wuxin was already walking away, Jingyu in his arms. "Later, Wangji. I promise."

Lan Wangji's eyes followed them, his heart sinking. He bit his lips, controlling his emotions.

"Wei ying..." he whispered, but Wei Wuxin didn't turn back.

With a half-hearted smile, Lan Wangji turned and left, the door closing behind him. The sound echoed through the empty hallway, a poignant reminder of the distance growing between them.

As Lan Wangji disappeared into the distance, Wei Wuxin finally looked up, realizing too late the longing in his husband's eyes. Regret flickered across his face, but Jingyu's cries demanded his attention, and the moment passed.

The silence between them lingered, a heavy mist that only time and effort could dispel....l

Wei Wuxin gently placed Jingyu in his crib, watching as his son's eyelids fluttered closed. He waited, expecting Lan Wangji's return, but the hours ticked by with no sign of his husband.

Guilt crept in, remembering how he'd dismissed Lan Wangji earlier. The weight of his neglect settled heavy on his heart.

At midnight, worry propelled Wei Wuxin to Lan Xichen's room. He knocked softly, seeking solace from his brother-in-law.

Lan Xichen opened the door, his expression a mix of disappointment and concern. "Wei Wuxin, I know the baby needs you, but—"

Wei Wuxin interrupted, desperation in his voice. "Have you seen Wangji? He didn't come back yet."

Lan Xichen sighed, his words cutting deep. "You've been so consumed by Jingyu, you've neglected Wangji. He's been waiting for your attention, but you've been too busy. He's thrown himself into work, barely eating...I've seen it for two months now."

Wei Wuxin's eyes stung with tears as Lan Xichen continued.

"And now, you don't even know where your husband is? He came to tell you something important, but you were too distracted. Let me tell you, he's taken on a critical task for a month, one I was supposed to handle. He left because he feels ignored, unloved."

Wei Wuxin's heart shattered. He cursed himself, realizing too late the pain he'd caused.

With a broken cry, Wei Wuxin rushed back to his house, flinging open the door. He collapsed beside Lan Wangji's empty chair, clutching his husband's robe.

"Sorry, lan zhan . Forgive your wei ying. Even I was busy as your soulmate how couldn't I sense your pain an loneliness...sorry..." he sobbed, repeating the words until they became a haunting mantra.

In that moment, Wei Wuxin understood the depth of his neglect and vowed to make amends, to rediscover the love and connection they once shared....Ten days passed since Lan Wangji's departure, and Wei Wuxin's world crumbled. Guilt consumed him, leaving him a hollow shell. He mechanically cared for Jingyu, neglecting his own health and well-being.

Lan Xichen's silence was a constant reminder of his failures. The once-strong bond between them now seemed irreparable.

Whenever Jingyu slept, Wei Wuxin succumbed to despair, tears streaming down his face as he mourned the absence of his husband. He finally understood the depth of Lan Wangji's pain, now mirroring his own.

Wei Wuxin's appearance reflected his turmoil:

- Messy hair, once meticulously styled

- Dark circles under his eyes, a testament to sleepless nights

- Pale complexion, despite his immortal nature

- Weakness creeping into his body, a consequence of his soulmate's absence

His usually immaculate robes now hung loosely, stained with tears and neglect. The weight of his mistakes bore down on him, threatening to shatter his very essence.

As the days dragged on, Wei Wuxin's cries became more desperate, his heart aching for Lan Wangji's return. He longed to make amends, to revive their love and connection.

In the silence, Wei Wuxin whispered promises to himself:

"I'll wait for you, Wangji...I'll make it right...Please come back to me..."

His voice faded into the emptiness, a poignant echo of his shattered soul...

Twenty days had passed since Lan Wangji's departure. Lan Xichen's concern for his brother-in-law grew, despite Wei Wuxin's past neglect. He realized that his harsh words and silence might have worsened the situation.

With a heavy heart, Lan Xichen decided to visit his brother-in-law, hoping to mend their relationship and offer support.

As he entered Wei Wuxin's house, a sense of foreboding settled in. The air was thick with an eerie silence.

Stepping inside, Lan Xichen's world crumbled. Before him lay a scene of devastation:

- Jingyu wailed in his crib, tiny fists shaking in distress.

- Wei Wuxin, once radiant and strong, now lay unconscious on the floor.

- Blood trickled from his nose, staining his pale face.

- A gash on his head, likely from a fall, added to the gruesome sight.

Lan Xichen's eyes widened in horror. He rushed to Wei Wuxin's side, gently turning him over.

"Xin! Oh, dear heavens...what's happened to you?"

Wei Wuxin's frail body felt limp in his hands. Lan Xichen's immortal senses detected a alarming weakness in his brother-in-law's life force.

With trembling hands, Lan Xichen cradled Wei Wuxin's head, tears streaming down his face.

"Forgive me, Xin...I was wrong to abandon you. I'll make it right, I swear."

Jingyu's cries grew louder, sensing his father's distress. Lan Xichen's heart ached, knowing he had to act swiftly to save his brother-in-law.

With a deep breath, Lan Xichen summoned his powers, channeling healing energy into Wei Wuxin's fragile body.

" Hold on, Xin...Wangji will return...we'll get through this together." Servents come now call physician and sent someone to call his highness back because his highness wei ying is badly injured " servents run out . The jingshi filled with servents running here and there and physician yu treating wei wuxin ....

Lan xichen was continuesly swinging the crying baby who was not stopping crying. It was his fault he shouldn't let wangi go and help them to cover their distances.....

Lan Wangji's eyes snapped back into focus, his gaze drifting towards the servant who dared to interrupt his thoughts.

"Lord Lan Wangji," the servant ventured, his voice trembling. "News from home...about Lord Wei Wuxin."

Lan Wangji's heart skipped a beat, his pulse racing with a sense of foreboding. He felt the air thicken, as if time itself slowed.

"What is it?" he demanded, his voice low and even, betraying none of the turmoil brewing within.

The servant hesitated, choosing words carefully. "Lord Wei Wuxin...he's fallen ill. His condition is...grave."

Lan Wangji's eyes widened, his mind reeling. The room around him began to blur, colors bleeding into one another.

Wei Wuxin...ill? Grave?

The words echoed through his mind like a death knell.

Lan Wangji's body stiffened, his muscles locking into place. His heart, once racing, now froze, as if time itself had stopped.

He stood there, suspended in a sea of dread, his eyes fixed on the servant, his mind screaming:

"No...Xin...no..."

And then, everything went still.

Lan Wangji froze, his world shattered, his heart encased in ice.