Saw this post on xiaohongshu, op wrote an au of the continuation of the modern ending scene 🥹🥹~
“Wei Jiao held Zou Yan steadily as they walked to the hotel entrance, stopping in front of the black Rolls-Royce (lol) where the driver had already thoughtfully opened the door. He slightly bent over, carefully placing her into the back seat, his palm always protecting her waist until she was securely seated, then he withdrew his hand, his fingertips gently touching her hair ends.
He watched her settle in the car, then bent down to get into the back seat, naturally sitting close to her, their arms lightly touching. He leaned a bit more towards her, his palm covering her hand on her knee, gently holding it, and when he glanced at her, his eyes still held a lingering warmth.
Zou Yan's gaze softly swept across the car interior: the soft leather seats, the softly glowing ambient lights, even the decorative panels beside her exuded elegance. A hint of subtle surprise flickered in her eyes, then she turned to him, a sly smile playing on her lips: "So, our invincible grandmaster is still powerful even in the modern world."
Wei Jiao looked at the cunning in Zou Yan's eyes, his fingertips gently scratching her nose tip, his eyes filled with indissoluble affection, softly saying: "It's only because my Dao companion wants to relax and be a 'salted fish'. How can I let her lie comfortably if I'm not strong enough."
Zou Yan's lips still curved in a sweet smile, her eyes crinkling like crescent moons, but in the next moment, the smile faded slightly. She looked up at him, her tone turning serious: "How did you get here?"
Wei Jiao raised his hand to gently rub Zou Yan's hair, his fingers brushing over her soft hair, his gaze so tender it could melt water, his voice soft and slow: "Don't worry, when we get home, I'll tell you slowly."
Zou Yan stared at his face close to hers, a hint of lingering unease in her eyes. Suddenly, she reached out, her fingertips gently pinching his cheek, the force not heavy but slightly urgent: "This isn't a dream, right? I'm so afraid you'll disappear in front of me the next second."
Wei Jiao looked at her reddened eyes, his heart tightening slightly, not saying much, just leaning in closer, his kiss gently landing on the corner of her eye, carrying a temperature of compassion, softly brushing over the moisture, his voice hoarse: "Not a dream, I'm here, I will always be here."
Zou Yan didn't speak anymore, just threw herself into his arms, her arms holding him tightly, her cheek pressed against his warm chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, each breath filled with his scent, as if wanting to firmly grasp this regained warmth in her hands.
When the car stopped, Zou Yan looked up to see an ancient-style villa in front of her: carved wooden doors with bronze door knockers, vines climbing the courtyard walls, stone tables and stools in the garden exuding elegance, warm yellow light spilling from the carved windows, as if transplanting the elegance of the immortal world into modern luxury.
He led her out of the car. Zou Yan stared at the villa's flying eaves and carved windows, suddenly pausing. The patterns of the bluestone path, the cluster of green bamboo in the corner of the courtyard, even the style of the lanterns hanging from the eaves, all stirred a strange familiarity in her heart, as if she had seen them somewhere before.
Wei Jiao noticed the surprise in her eyes, his fingertips gently tightening around her hand, his voice soft and gentle, filled with fragmented warmth: "This is our home."
Zou Yan suddenly remembered, this community was the best in their city, and its name was Bai Lu Ya... (White Dear Cliff) “
Thank you! It's funny, I submitted the same exact photo a month ago but it got rejected. I guess some moderators…
no way really? lowkey i had to argue my case bc i uploaded it more than three times first and all times got rejected for "ratio issue", fixed that, then rejected for "not improving on the current picture" and i submitted again with an explanation that it does improve bc this is actually a really recent picture of her and actually looks like her. but war is over ahh
why do i feel like the mdl staff just secretly don’t like her lmao every time try to change her picture and even tho it matches the guidelines there’s always a new excuse every time for rejection 🥸
“Wei Jiao held Zou Yan steadily as they walked to the hotel entrance, stopping in front of the black Rolls-Royce (lol) where the driver had already thoughtfully opened the door. He slightly bent over, carefully placing her into the back seat, his palm always protecting her waist until she was securely seated, then he withdrew his hand, his fingertips gently touching her hair ends.
He watched her settle in the car, then bent down to get into the back seat, naturally sitting close to her, their arms lightly touching. He leaned a bit more towards her, his palm covering her hand on her knee, gently holding it, and when he glanced at her, his eyes still held a lingering warmth.
Zou Yan's gaze softly swept across the car interior: the soft leather seats, the softly glowing ambient lights, even the decorative panels beside her exuded elegance. A hint of subtle surprise flickered in her eyes, then she turned to him, a sly smile playing on her lips: "So, our invincible grandmaster is still powerful even in the modern world."
Wei Jiao looked at the cunning in Zou Yan's eyes, his fingertips gently scratching her nose tip, his eyes filled with indissoluble affection, softly saying: "It's only because my Dao companion wants to relax and be a 'salted fish'. How can I let her lie comfortably if I'm not strong enough."
Zou Yan's lips still curved in a sweet smile, her eyes crinkling like crescent moons, but in the next moment, the smile faded slightly. She looked up at him, her tone turning serious: "How did you get here?"
Wei Jiao raised his hand to gently rub Zou Yan's hair, his fingers brushing over her soft hair, his gaze so tender it could melt water, his voice soft and slow: "Don't worry, when we get home, I'll tell you slowly."
Zou Yan stared at his face close to hers, a hint of lingering unease in her eyes. Suddenly, she reached out, her fingertips gently pinching his cheek, the force not heavy but slightly urgent: "This isn't a dream, right? I'm so afraid you'll disappear in front of me the next second."
Wei Jiao looked at her reddened eyes, his heart tightening slightly, not saying much, just leaning in closer, his kiss gently landing on the corner of her eye, carrying a temperature of compassion, softly brushing over the moisture, his voice hoarse: "Not a dream, I'm here, I will always be here."
Zou Yan didn't speak anymore, just threw herself into his arms, her arms holding him tightly, her cheek pressed against his warm chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, each breath filled with his scent, as if wanting to firmly grasp this regained warmth in her hands.
When the car stopped, Zou Yan looked up to see an ancient-style villa in front of her: carved wooden doors with bronze door knockers, vines climbing the courtyard walls, stone tables and stools in the garden exuding elegance, warm yellow light spilling from the carved windows, as if transplanting the elegance of the immortal world into modern luxury.
He led her out of the car. Zou Yan stared at the villa's flying eaves and carved windows, suddenly pausing. The patterns of the bluestone path, the cluster of green bamboo in the corner of the courtyard, even the style of the lanterns hanging from the eaves, all stirred a strange familiarity in her heart, as if she had seen them somewhere before.
Wei Jiao noticed the surprise in her eyes, his fingertips gently tightening around her hand, his voice soft and gentle, filled with fragmented warmth: "This is our home."
Zou Yan suddenly remembered, this community was the best in their city, and its name was Bai Lu Ya... (White Dear Cliff) “