Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

Chapter 250

Upon hearing this, Chaoyang paused with his chopsticks for a moment, then casually picked up a dish and put it into his mouth, saying with a smile, "I thought you wouldn't notice, Lan Huan."

Lan Xichen paused with the chopsticks in his hand when Lan Huan called out, a trace of surprise and disbelief flashing in his eyes.

"Chaoyang?"

"Ah."

Lan Xichen's eyes were fixed on Chaoyang, his voice trembling slightly: "You...you have recovered your memory?"

A faint smile appeared on Chaoyang's lips: "I didn't lose my memory in the first place."

Upon hearing this, the joy in Lan Xichen's eyes gradually turned into astonishment. He stood up abruptly, his voice filled with disbelief: "You...you still remember me?"

Chaoyang smiled slightly, his eyes gentle and deep: "Yes, I always remember it."

Lan Xichen felt a mixture of emotions. He took a sudden step forward and hugged Chaoyang tightly, as if wanting to rub him into his bones. "Ah Chao, is it fun to tease me?"

Chaoyang felt the warmth in Lan Xichen's arms. He gently patted Lan Xichen's back and said, "I just want to know if I can't live without you."

Lan Xichen's body trembled slightly, and there was a hint of grievance in his voice: "Did you get any results?"

Chaoyang chuckled and said, "It has to be you."

Lan Xichen hugged Chaoyang tightly, as if afraid that he would disappear in the next second: "I don't care, you are not allowed to make such jokes again in the future."

Chaoyang sensed Lan Xichen's nervousness and uneasiness, and he nodded gently: "Okay, I won't do that again."

Lan Xichen's face lit up with joy upon hearing this, but then he seemed to think of something, and his expression became complicated: "What about the 'Inner Demon'?"

Chaoyang looked at Lan Xichen with a gentle gaze: "Don't worry, everything is fine."

Lan Xichen felt relieved upon hearing this. He hugged Chaoyang tightly, as if he was afraid of losing him.

Over a century spent in this dreamland, Lan Xichen met all manner of geniuses, some exceptionally talented, some aloof and aloof, some gentle and refined. Each one shone with such brilliance, while he himself was merely a child of an aristocratic family from the ordinary world.

If it weren't for Chaoyang, he might never have had the chance to meet these people, let alone appreciate such a vast world.

In his own world, he was a top-ranked young master on the aristocratic family rankings, but here, he was just an ordinary inner disciple. So how could he dare Chaoyang love him? At first, Lan Xichen even thought that he might be able to cultivate feelings with Chaoyang.

But the longer he stayed, the less confident Lan Xichen became. He could only constantly remind himself that as long as Chaoyang was happy, he would be content. However, Chaoyang now told him that he had always remembered him and had never forgotten him. This sudden happiness left Lan Xichen somewhat bewildered.

Chaoyang sensed the turmoil in Lan Xichen's heart, and understood his inner fear and insecurity. Smiling softly, Chaoyang placed Lan Xichen's hand gently on her cheek, and said softly, "Lan Huan, except for this time, I will never lie to you again."

Lan Xichen felt the warmth of Chaoyang's cheek, and the uneasiness in his heart gradually dissipated. He squeezed Chaoyang's hand tightly, as if to pass all the warmth to him: "Okay."

The two smiled at each other, as if all the misunderstandings and barriers had vanished. They hugged each other tightly, as if they wanted to merge each other into their own flesh and blood.

The dishes on the table were already cold, but the two of them were oblivious. In their hearts, there was only each other. The two lonely hearts finally found a home, relying on each other and keeping each other warm.

After an unknown amount of time, Chaoyang gently pushed Lan Xichen away and said softly, "Let's eat, or the food will get cold."

Chaoyang smiled and nodded, and the two sat back at the dining table and began to enjoy this late dinner.

At the dinner table, the two of them occasionally chatted and smiled at each other, and the atmosphere was warm and sweet.

After dinner, the two walked hand in hand in the courtyard. The moonlight shone on them, covering the lovers with a layer of silver gauze.

"A Chao, do you remember the first time we met?" Lan Xichen suddenly asked.

Chaoyang was slightly taken aback when he heard this, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Lan Huan." At this moment, his eyes quickly became firm and gentle: "I first met you in Aying's memory."

Then, as if remembering something, he chuckled softly and continued, "Back then, with the exception of A-Ying, I loathed and despised all of you. How could the cultivators of a world be so blind to right and wrong, willing to do anything for power? Are they still cultivators? But as I truly delved into your lives, I began to understand that each of you has your own struggles and your own persistence. Lan Huan, although you may appear to be the Young Master of the Lan Family, enjoying immense glory, I know you endure immense pain within."

Lan Xichen was slightly startled when he heard this, then he let out a bitter smile: "I didn't expect that your first impression of me would be like this."

Chaoyang shook his head gently, his eyes filled with tenderness. "I understand. If it were me, I might be like you. But Lan Huan, you know, when I truly understand you, I am very fortunate to have met you."

Lan Xichen gazed into Chaoyang's gentle gaze and held Chaoyang's hands, as if to engrave this warmth in his heart forever: "In this life, Xichen is also deeply grateful for the existence of Ah Chao. The unique preference you have given me makes Xichen feel that it is very precious."

Lan Xichen knew Chaoyang's initial sympathy for him was simply pity, but as they continued their studies at the Lan Clan, Chaoyang's understanding of him gradually deepened. Naturally, Chaoyang offered him help, sharing his favorite pastries and delicacies, patiently answering all his questions and even playing chess with him.

Chaoyang's desire was for Lan Xichen to be relaxed and happy in his presence. This was different from his uncle's expectations, which hoped that he would shoulder the Lan family's heavy responsibility. Even Chaoyang treated him with the protection of an elder for a younger generation. But this pure favoritism, without any pretense, could not fail to move Lan Xichen; after all, it was something he had never experienced before.

The two of them lay side by side in the rocking chair, looking up at the vast starry sky together. The stars were dotted with charming light, just like the emotions deep in their hearts, dazzling and bright.

Lan Xichen gently turned his head, his eyes gently falling on Chaoyang's profile.

"Why are you looking at me like this?"

"A Chao, you look good."

"Lan Huan, looks great too."

After Chaoyang finished speaking, he gently leaned his head on Lan Xichen's shoulder, feeling his warm body temperature and steady heartbeat, and feeling the unprecedented peace in his heart in thousands of years.