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Days passed by and Lan Xichen still felt there was that missing part in his life. Each night he went to sleep he had that urge to return to that other world with the lavender evening sky, and every morning when he woke up with a gasp, he felt an overwhelming sadness from not finding that indefinably missing part of him.
Every step that he now took, he swore he could feel a warm grasp of a hand gently holding on to his. A soft scent of lotus seemed to be permeating every cell of his body every time Lan Xichen became anxious from the responsibilities heaped upon by his family's heritage.
A tendril of dread began to grow inside Lan Xichen's heart, fearing of losing this warmth that was now constantly in his heart. Is it any wonder then that Lan Xichen began to think that perhaps he was still dreaming, and that this was the dream world that he couldn't wake up from?
And so Lan Xichen grabbed that sharp little knife he had been hiding from his uncle and brother..