The Untamed: Wei Wuxian Reborn as a Child

Before he knew it, Lan Wangji had been back at the Lan Clan for over half a month. The Quiet Room, formerly known as the Dragon Gallbladder Cottage, was where Lan Wangji now lived, while Long Xiyue had moved to the Cold Room.

In the quiet room, Lan Wangji played the zither left by his mother, his thoughts lingering on Wei Ying. The music was melodious but felt a little sad. He paused, walked to his desk, sat down, and wrote something.

After he finished writing, he put it in an envelope and took it out. He found the disciple who was responsible for delivering letters and asked him to give it to Wei Wuxian.

What was Wei Ying fiddling with in the room? Things were scattered all over the floor, and when Cang Se came in with the letter, there was no place to put his feet.

Cangse roared, "Wei Wuxian, look at your room, is it still a place for people to stay?"

Wei Wuxian was startled by the shouting and looked up at her, "Mother, why are you here?" he said as he walked out.

Cangse looked at Wei Wuxian with a growing headache and said, "This letter to you. I'm leaving now. Remember to pack it up." He didn't care what his reaction was. Out of sight, out of mind.

Wei Wuxian watched his mother walk away before opening the letter in his hand.

"Wei Ying, are you well? It's been over half a month since I returned. I wanted to share what happened these days with you, but I was afraid of disturbing you, so I never started writing. Now, I have finally mustered the courage to write this letter, hoping it can convey my thoughts and concern.

During this time, I've experienced many things, both joyful and sad. I've learned how to face life's challenges and draw strength from them. I believe that as long as we maintain a positive attitude, we can overcome any difficulty.

I often think of the time we spent together, and those beautiful memories bring me such warmth. Although we are now in different places, I believe our hearts are always connected. No matter when or where you need me, I will be there for you without hesitation.

Finally, I wish you all the best, happiness and good health. I look forward to seeing you again soon. "

Wei Wuxian smiled slightly as he looked at the words on the letter, and said to himself, "Lan Zhan is quite caring." He gently stroked the letter, as if he could feel Lan Wangji's warmth.

At this moment, Wei Wuxian's heart was filled with anticipation. He was looking forward to meeting Lan Wangji again. After all, there were not many people in this world who could understand him, and Lan Wangji was one of them.

With the Lunar New Year approaching, Wei Wuxian decided to write back to Lan Wangji. He carefully selected a piece of paper and, with pen and ink, wrote down his thoughts and wishes for Lan Wangji. The words in the letter were as uninhibited as he was, yet tinged with a touch of delicate emotion.

Wei Wuxian sat at his desk, carefully folding the letter and placing it in an envelope. He gently stroked the surface of the envelope, as if sensing the emotions and longing contained within. Then, he carefully lifted the envelope and sealed it with wax, ensuring that the letter could not be easily opened.

After completing these steps, Wei Wuxian stood up, walked to the window, and gazed at the distant sky. His eyes were filled with anticipation for the future and longing for Lan Wangji. He hoped that this letter would soon reach Lan Wangji, telling him that he was fine and that they could look forward to the New Year together.

Wei Wuxian prayed silently in his heart, hoping that Lan Wangji would receive this letter soon and feel his care and blessings. He believed that no matter how far apart they were, their friendship would remain as steadfast as that letter.

Finally, Wei Wuxian handed the letter to the disciple who delivered it, watched his departing back, and silently wished in his heart: I hope my letter can reach you as quickly as a bird, bringing you my thoughts and blessings.