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Zhao Yunlan was the Chief of the Dragon City's Central Bureau, in the midst of pursuing not only serial killers, but also a gorgeous book-cafe owner named Shen Wei. A shame that the nerdy shop owner wasn't like what he seemed.

(Warnings: some cussing, depictions of violence, and my second-rate English)

Shen Wei!
Zhao Yunlan woke up with a gasp, hand reaching out towards the air to grasp the figure that was gradually disappearing in front of him, tears pooling in his eyes.
As his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the bedroom, reality started to sink in — that it was all just a dream, that his Shen Wei was alive.

Or my take on life for Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan after the event of Extra 4/Episode 40.

A young Zhao YunLan climbed up a tree and found a little someone.

Shen Wei wakes up alone and on fire.

There is a fever consuming him from the inside out, almost as if the soulfire Kunlun had entrusted him so long ago had grown too bright and too large for his body.

An urgency rises in Shen Wei’s throat, threatening to choke him with its abrupt ferocity. It has been long since he last felt this unrestrained, this desperate to get exactly what he wants—what he needs.

And what he needs is…

KunLun is always worried for his Xiao Wei, even more if the little ghost gets hurt.

Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan are the size of mice, clinging on to a snowy branch. Zhao Yunlan dangles from a frozen droplet and looks sheepishly down to where he could fall, while Shen Wei reaches toward him with a fretful shout!

Guo Changchend usually takes his camera to the SID to take a few photos, he likes keeping memories.

Zhao Yunlan embraces Shen Wei as they sit on the floor together. His expression is pinched, while Shen Wei appears bashful—yet unrepentant—and covered in minor wounds that have been treated with a first aid kit.

"Anything. Anything… for you." The last part was almost inaudible if it weren't for his keen senses. He felt the shells of his ears heating up and decided to ignore it. 

"Alright. Xiao Hei, let's teach you some manners first." And how to not flirt with every living and breathing person. 

“In the meantime, would you like a name?” the light asked. “’Plum blossom spirit’ is so long.”
He thought for a while. He had never considered the importance of names, but if the light thought he needed one, then maybe it was right. He nodded, and then pointed at the light.
“My name? Kunlun. As for you…how do you like Wei? You’re a majestic tree, after all. You deserve a majestic name.”

Somewhere at the foot of Mount Kunlun, there stood a lone plum tree...

Shen Wei adapts to being a reborn man in love, visits an old cottage, and plays music for his lover.

Accompanied with the flute.

In this lifetime, Kunlun is a grave robber.

This is based on a scene from the final chapter of Lin's incredible fic, The Essence of Flame and Frost.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/28214628
(Don't let my drawing put you off, it's a fantastic story!)

Zhao Yunlan has let his hair grow out in a mullet—yes, that rascal!—and smokes a cigarette next to Shen Wei, who's let his hair grow long and loose. Coy smiles play across their lips, each as fixated as the other on their lovely hair.

Royal duties run deep but where does it end with love?

Since the death of his mother, Zhao Yunlan is convinced that such thing as genuine happiness would remain as child's fairy tale. His conviction even grew firmer with his father forcing marriage down his throat in guise of royal duty as his lone heir. However, fate may have different plans for a broken soul, heaven's mercy dressed in red named Shen Wei. Is it truly possible to find happiness amidst turmoil or is a tragedy bound from the beginning?

Shen Wei can't lose Kunlun.

Lin Jing gives the best gifts. Or not.

"You're at work," Shen Wei protests, like someone who's definitely never been eaten out at her desk while students wondered why Professor Shen's office hours had suddenly changed.

Everything in the world had a limit. Everything, except Xiao Gui Wang's devotion for Kunlun-jun. When others who despise the Ghost King, try to take advantage of his naïvety, they don't realize that they are courting death, for the Mountain God had more layers to his truth than they could imagine.