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Lan SiZhui buried his head between their shoulders, "HanGuang-Jun, Senior Wei, I… I…" Hearing his muffled voice, Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi exchanged a look, only inches apart. They both saw something soft within each other's eyes.

Wei WuXian, "HanGuang-Jun, you don’t have to follow me!" Lan WangJi looked straight in front of him, saying nothing in reply.

"Lan Zhan, you're really scared of me telling you 'thank you', aren't you? I suddenly remembered. Many of the times we parted ways in my past life, I said 'thank you' to you right before. And every time we separated, I worsened the next time we met."

"Excuse my bluntness, but he's the son of a servant. How could the son of a servant be so arrogant?"

"Lan Zhan! Don't go. I was talking nonsense, my fault but don't ignore me." Lan WangJi, "Even you are scared of others ignoring you?" Wei WuXian, "I am, I am." He hadn't experienced the feeling of having somebody at his side when he had gotten hurt and woke up for a long time.

"What a surprise that Patriarch YiLing has returned to this world and decided to make an appearance here. Apologies for the lack of reception."

"Nobody told you to forgive me. The things I did, not only do you remember them, I remember them too. You won't forget them, and they'll stay even longer in my mind!"

As he spoke, his chest vibrated from the low voice. A heart pulsated steadily and continuously. Thump, thump. It was a bit fast. Wei WuXian understood and looked up again, "I won’t be able to tell from your face, only if I listen to your heartbeat?"

"So what? My hatred would persist, even if he dies thousands of times!"

I’m not pretending to be dead at all, since I’ve actually been dead for a couple of years.

Wei WuXian couldn't let out another sound. Amidst the darkness, Lan WangJi had already embraced him tightly, stopping him with his lips.

"A-Xian is a disciple of the YunmengJiang Sect. He grew up with my brother and I, and so he's as close as a brother is to me. Calling him the 'son of a servant'—I'm sorry, but I won't accept this."

"When you’re standing on their side, you’re the bizarre genius, the miraculous hero, the force of the rebellion, the flower that blooms alone. But the second your voice differs from theirs, you’ve lost your mind, you’ve ignored morality, you’ve walked the crooked path."

The night had passed. The sun in the sky was about to rise. And the sun on the ground was falling.

What awaited him was three years of confinement. Yet in those days, he heard the news that what went around always came around, that one's deeds would be paid no matter what—that the YiLing Patriarch finally died, both body and soul.

In front of the stiff corpse of her only younger brother, not a fragment was left of the pride that she tried so hard to upkeep.

"Young man, there are two cringe worthy phrases in one’s life that must be said, no matter what." Jin Ling asked, "Which two?" Wei WuXian replied, "'Thank you', and 'I’m sorry'."

"Just how much do you owe the Jiang Sect? Am I not supposed to hate you? Can I not hate you?! Why is it that now it's like I'm supposed to have wronged you?! Why do I have to feel like I'm a fucking clown all these years?! What am I?"

He was already half-mad, half-unconscious. All evil was being augmented by him. He felt that everyone loathed him and he loathed everyone as well. He wouldn't be scared no matter who came at him. It wouldn't matter no matter who came at him. It was all the same anyway.

Why would he be put into the category of "extremely villainous ghouls"? Although his reputation wasn’t great and died in a horrifying way, he neither haunted the living nor sought vengeance. He could swear that one couldn’t find another wandering ghost as harmless as him.