The Xiao Family's Ancestor

Xiao Mobai emerged from seclusion and discovered that the whole world had changed.

The Xiao Clan patriarch, whose hair and beard had turned white, bowed deeply. "Welcome back, Grand-Uncle. We are delighted to hear you have recovered."

The Xiao Clan juniors, lined up in two rows to greet him, shouted in unison, "Welcome back, Ancestor. We are delighted to hear you have recovered."

Xiao Mobai: ...Are you people crazy?

The Xiao Clan's little ancestor woke from a long sleep to find that three hundred years had passed in the blink of an eye. Most of the people from his era had returned to the void, leaving behind nothing but a handful of yellow earth and legends that filled the skies.

And here he was, barely sixteen, beautiful as a flower and in the prime of his youth, yet suddenly the most senior ancestor in the Xiao Clan.

Fortunately, there was still Gu San, a whole generation older than him. He had lost his memories, but his face was still the same familiar, pleasing one. Xiao Mobai would drop by now and then to stare at him, finding a little comfort in it.

Gu Mingcheng, who kept getting stared at for no apparent reason: ...Are you crazy?

This is the story of a seme who spent three hundred years carefully plotting to get his uke to fall in love with him (￣▽￣)/