Chapter 8 New Spring (2)
The bright sun light has spilled into the room through the wooden door panels, illuminating Hui Ci's tall and lean frame. On his usual days, Hui Ci will always be draped in his pristine ivory white robe which is embroidered with the seamless water motif of the Yu Lan clan.
Coming from a long ancestral line of physicists and pharmacists, the Yu Lan clan is the most respected clan among the world of cultivators. Due to their great expertise in medicine and healing practises, the Yu Lan clan has been elected to carry the official Healer Clan title in Zhen Hun Meng alliance that was formed after the great conflict among the humans and Yaos.
Among the cultivators, only the Yu Lan disciples are dressed in full white attires and wherever they go, they never cease to turn heads. Their white robes represent the sanctity of life and they reflect the purity of hearts of the Yu Lan clan and its people. Their oath to always be compassionate and kind are the grounding values of the clan and their disciples.
Since it was the first day of Lunar new year, Hui Ci has decided that wearing white does not seem too auspicious for the celebration. Instead of his usual white robes, he has slipped into a sky blue ones with silver wave detailing to match the beautiful vigor of spring. His long black hair was pulled into a high ponytail revealing a kind and handsome face. His features are nicely framed by a set of straight brows and a pair of thin pink lips. His dark brown eyes are warm and captivating, one could easily get lost in those deep endless gaze. With such soulful eyes and a very sincere smile, Hui Ci always exudes a kind and warm temperament. His face, his demeanor, just the whole aura of his are of the kindest and gentlest nature.
Together, Bai Ling and Hui Ci stand with such contrast against each other, like a manifested image of Yin Yang. Bai Ling's appearance is almost a reverse reflection of Hui Ci, while one is always clad in white, the former has only ever been seen in black. Compared to Hui Ci, Bai Ling has a much slender and feminine frame. Even with his tall physique, he is no match to Hui Ci's height.
Clothed in his black robes with threaded bamboo motifs, Bai Ling's skin is pale and as translucent as the midnight moon. His light silver hair and gold glassed eyes are the distinctive traits of a pure bred Yao, from a long lineage of the Bai Chang Mao ancestry. But due to a grave injury when he was a child, partial of Bai Ling's hair and his left eye has discoloured into a black hue. His long hair is lazily tied into a half pony tail with strands of dark fringe falling gently on the side of his face. With a sharp jawline, paired with fully arched brows and a pair of luscious lips, he has a perfectly symmetrical face. Bai Ling has a sharp and alluring beauty that comes with a hint of cunningness. There is always a lingering elegance in Bai Ling's mannerism that conceals an unsettling sense of obscurity.
"I'm ready to go. Shall we?" Bai Ling sneaked his arm behind Hui Ci's waist and tugged him close. His heart never fails to flutter whenever Hui Ci is near. Every touch they made, every gaze they exchanged and every word spoken to one another, every moment between them felt as vulnerable and electrifying like the first time.
"How come, even on Nian Ju Yi you are wearing all black? What will zhongzu say about this?" Hui Ci gazed at Bai Ling from top to bottom, appreciating the beauty that is just a breath away. Hui Ci has always been someone that follows through strict rules and righteous principles, a decorum greatly uphold by the Yu Lan clan. However, when it comes to matters concerning Bai Ling and his mischiefs, Hui Ci was helplessly lenient and permissible. Knowing the amount of pain Bai Ling carries from his past, Hui Ci only wish to shower him with an endless source of affection, in hopes that his love and devotion would be the beacon to light up his dark abyss.