Until We Meet Again...(YiZhan)

Xiao Zhan sat in his studio, the old book lying open on the table before him. Every sketch, every line seemed to pulse with life, as if it was calling out to him. His fingers traced over the pages, his heart heavy with an inexplicable longing. Wei WuXian and Lan Zhan. Names that felt both foreign and intimate.

It didn't make sense. How could drawings from a time he didn't live feel so deeply personal? And why did his chest ache whenever he thought of Wang Yibo?

The sound of his phone ringing broke his thoughts. He picked it up, seeing Yibo's name flash on the screen.

"Hello?"

"Are you free?" Yibo's voice was steady but held an undertone of urgency.

Zhan hesitated. "Yes. Why?"

"I think it's time we figure this out," Yibo said, his words deliberate. "Meet me tonight. I'll send you the address."

Before Zhan could respond, the call ended, leaving him with a mix of curiosity and nervous anticipation.

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Later that evening, Zhan found himself standing in front of an old temple on the outskirts of the city. The air was cool, the faint scent of incense lingering as the wind rustled through the trees. He spotted Yibo near the entrance, his posture relaxed but his eyes betraying his own unease.

"You came," Yibo said, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"You didn't give me much of a choice," Zhan replied, though his tone was light.

They entered the temple together, their footsteps echoing against the worn stone floors. The space felt sacred, as though time itself had paused within its walls. At the center of the temple was a low altar, and resting on it was something that caught Zhan's eye—a sword.

It was ornate, with intricate carvings running along the hilt, and the sight of it sent a jolt through him. He reached out instinctively, his fingers brushing the cold metal.

A flood of images overtook him.

Flashes of battles fought side by side, laughter shared under the stars, and a bond so deep it transcended words. He saw himself—not as Xiao Zhan, but as Wei WuXian—grinning mischievously at Lan Zhan, who looked back at him with a quiet, steady devotion.

"Zhan!" Yibo's voice brought him back to the present, his hand gripping Zhan's shoulder.

Zhan blinked, his breath uneven as he looked at Yibo. "I saw… us. Together."

Yibo nodded, his expression serious. "I've been seeing them too. Memories. Or maybe echoes of who we were."

They stood in silence for a moment, the weight of their shared revelation settling between them.

"So, what now?" Zhan asked softly, his voice trembling.

"We figure out why we're here again," Yibo said firmly. "Why fate brought us back. And we start by understanding who we are to each other now."

Zhan's heart ached at the sincerity in Yibo's words. It wasn't just about uncovering the past; it was about building something new in the present.

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Over the next few weeks, Zhan and Yibo spent more time together, diving into the mystery of their connection. They visited old libraries, pieced together fragments of their memories, and slowly began to unravel the story of Wei WuXian and Lan Zhan.

But with every step forward, Zhan found himself growing closer to Yibo—not just as someone tied to his past, but as a person in his own right. Yibo's passion, his quiet strength, and his unwavering loyalty drew Zhan in like a magnet.

And Yibo? He found himself captivated by Zhan's warmth, his creativity, and the way he could light up a room with a single smile.

One evening, as they walked through the city, Zhan turned to Yibo, his expression unreadable. "Do you think… we're meant to be together?"

Yibo stopped, looking at him with an intensity that made Zhan's breath catch. "I don't think. I know."

For a moment, Zhan was speechless. But as Yibo reached for his hand, their fingers intertwining, he realized that maybe, just maybe, they were exactly where they were meant to be.