[Flashback: Mo Xuanyu arrived]

"Wake up."

How long it had been since he heard a voice which wasn't a scream? Everything was engulfed in darkness with howls and cries. He had made terms with himself that it would remain his home till he himself become those scowls. 

But the void was timeless.

"W-who are you?"

"Who can I be?"

"You're... Yiling Laozu."
The realization hit the fragments of his soul.

Did he fail to offer his body to Yiling Patriarch? Did he fail to complete the array?

Sang Xi? He's alone! Again!

Wait! Yiling Patriarch was here in flesh? if he could say that.
Mo Xuyanu could still save Huaisang. 

"Master! Help my friend!" 

Mo Xuanyu pleased, tracking the voice he just heard.

Wasn't the darkness terrifying? Wei Wuxian spent 13 years in endlessly cycle of misery. Accompanying the evil doers till he lost sanity. The state of being half conscious among  screeches and afraid to lose the last shred of light to eternal darkness.

Seeing nothing, hearing nothing and feeling everything.

"Why don't you help him yourself?"

If Mo Xuyanu had the tiniest ability to sense left in him, he could feel that Yiling Patriarch smiled for him.

Maybe it was that smile that cast light on the trackless path in agonizing darkness.

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[Flashback: Mo XuanYu exit the gate]

The whirlpool of resentful energy filled the room. It was summoned there by the people around. Was it their way to welcome him?

Mo Xuyanu spotted Nie Huaisang among the fallen cultivators.

Quickly analyzing the situation, He erased the blood array that was drawn on the floor. Right after, he checked on the cultivators that had passed out.

Had they all died, he would be blamed. 

He found it odd how the Nie Disciples listened to his orders. Was it something Yiling Laozu did? 

Mo Xuanyu didn't allow himself to ponder over the thought and begun to erase the resentful energy that might have seeped through the cultivators core.

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[Flashback: When they all woke up]

It was quiet. After all the ruckus it was too quiet. All the trouble makers were unconscious. In times like these Jiang Cheng wished he could hear noises.
The silence killed him more.

Jiang Cheng was first to wake up followed by Lan Xichen.

Nie Huaisang woke up a while later and saw a figure on stand still beside him. The figure offered him smile which he (NHS) thought he didn't deserve.

"It's been a while, Sang-Xi."

Nie Huaisang grabbed the man with both hands, barely stable himself, he cried,

"Mo-Xiong!?"

It was the high tides that brought the shells.

"I missed you." Mo Xuyanu hid the man in his embrace. The scent of paints, the sound of birds and rivers - twirling in colors.
He finally learnt what it was that was called home.

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[Flashback: The juniors woke up]

"Baba!" After waking up, the older Druzy looked for his parents. Lan Xichen told him that Wangji hadn't woken up yet, so Lan Shizui rushed to find his other father along with juniors.

Pointing at himself Mo Xuyanu inquired, " Me? "

Mo Xuyanu figured that he succeeded with the soul sacrificing ritual. But he didn't know that Yiling Patriarch had a family? Wasn't he hated?
Lan Shizui was the 4th person who came looking for Yiling Patriarch even Jiang Cheng, who's considered the most hateful person for Wei Wuxian came. None of them had any resentment for him?

 Wei qiabei liked to fool around. tactics are different every time. Lan Shizui was followed by the 3 of his friends. 

Let's try again.

"Mom!" Jingyi snorted.

Confused, Mo Xuyanu was even more confused!
He quickly picked up a lot of things from his lost time in the void but understanding the Yiling Patriarch was the hardest thing for him.
After confirming that the juniors were indeed talking to him, he finally complied,

"I don't know what kind of relationship you have with Master but I'm the original owner of this body."

The juniors eyed each other still not believing the man.

"Uncle?" Little Jing Ling came forth and faced the man in sight. He raised his hand to touch the man but he (MXY) stepped back with a gasp.

"Jin Gongzi what's the matter?" He replied, with the cold sweat on his face.

Jing Ling retracted the same hand and covered his mouth in disbelief.

"He's not lying! It is Uncle Mo! "

Lan Shizui retraced his feet and ran to check on his father. He didn't want to believe what he just said. Maybe Hanguang-Jun knows? No! He must know.

Lan Shizui refused to believe the evidence gathered by his brain.
He's Yiling Patriarch! He cannot die!
He desperately tried to overwrite his thoughts.

His facts fell flat when Lan Xichen confirmed the ownership of Young Master Mo.

He suddenly lost the father he had just found.

[Flashback ends]

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"Sang-Xi, Won't you paint for me?"

When was the last time Nie Huaisang heard those sweet words in his dry ears?

"Were you hurt?" Nie Huaisang asked.

When was he not hurt? After death ,eaten alive everyday or back when he was alive?

It was routine for Mo Xuyanu to get beaten. He was mocked as a  cut sleeve. They called him animal. But those so called humans put him through shame, they abused his body, they stole his virtue and harassed him for the world to see.

He became so afraid! Afraid of the touch. The greasy hands coursing on the thin layer of his shell. The tears mixed with blood and being forced to let the fluid exchange. 

Was it his fault? Did he choose to be the illegitimate son of Lan ling King?

His phobia was so severe that he faked being a lunatic. if it protected him from being torn inside out, then it was worth it.

Although there had been exception.

He didn't feel disgust when he accidentally touched the hand that offered him the paper fan.

He didn't feel scared when he held the Man's wrist.

He didn't feel alone when he placed the kiss on his (NHS) forehead.

He didn't feel unwanted when he embraced the man years after embracing the darkness.

Sense of touch!

It's beautiful!

Would he bring Wei Wuxian back?

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Sorry for grammatical errors and thank  you for reading.