( Can it? Speaks Wen Kexing with clarity, with certainty, as if the world trades him alone her secrets. Perhaps it is within his grasp, better than that of Lan Wangji — a limpid, imminent escape.
Unbidden, generosity blooms in him like a sickness. Hope rots within him. He raises his gaze and meets Wen Kexing's stormed anger, and he does not flinch. Zhou Zishu's absence is a nightmare, sprawling. To think of life devoid of Wei Ying tatters his bones. )
It can. ( Do not lie. ) It will. ( There is no obligation between them to appease, to satisfy. He owes Wen Kexing nothing but the courtesy of his soulmate's acquaintance. And yet. )
These spirits are imprisoned here. Not the living.
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( Can it? Speaks Wen Kexing with clarity, with certainty, as if the world trades him alone her secrets. Perhaps it is within his grasp, better than that of Lan Wangji — a limpid, imminent escape.
Unbidden, generosity blooms in him like a sickness. Hope rots within him. He raises his gaze and meets Wen Kexing's stormed anger, and he does not flinch. Zhou Zishu's absence is a nightmare, sprawling. To think of life devoid of Wei Ying tatters his bones. )
It can. ( Do not lie. ) It will. ( There is no obligation between them to appease, to satisfy. He owes Wen Kexing nothing but the courtesy of his soulmate's acquaintance. And yet. )
These spirits are imprisoned here. Not the living.