Jiang Cheng was crying. Tears poured from his eyes as he forced through his teeth, '…Why… Why didn't you tell me?!'

Lan JingYi was on the verge of being angered, 'So you think that HanGuang-Jun is not good?!'
Wei WuXian touched his chin, 'Hmm. He’s good. Of course. He’s really good. He’s the best.” As he talked, he couldn’t help but break into a smile.

I do not know, either, but they just feel similar. It is as though if either one of the two seniors are present, I will not need to be scared or worry about anything.

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.

Before the bright yellow of the flame, half of Wei WuXian's face was in the light, the other half in the dark.

Wen Ning kneeled on the ground with both of his knees. His fingers dug deeply into the dirt, grabbing a handful of black dirt, and clenched it within his palm, '…Sister.'

He was used to seeing Lan WangJi with his forehead ribbon, neat, long hair, scrupulous to every detail, but had never seen him like this, with his hair a bit loose and wearing thin clothing. Wei WuXian couldn’t help to glance a few more times.

Wei WuXian looked at him. From against the pair of eyes as mild as glass, he saw his own hideous reflection.

'At best, you’re the untamed hero; at worst, you offend people wherever you go.'

Everything was bright on Lan SiZhui's side, 'Senior Mo… Senior Wei. Are you here to save us? You were not the one who got people to take us here, were you?'
Although it was a question, his face was full of complete trust and delight. Wei WuXian felt his heart warm up.

'Someday, you’ll say those words in tears.'

'Because I want you to know that even if I don’t use my sword, with nothing but what you call a ‘crooked path,' I will still rise unparalleled and leave all of you staring at me from behind.'

The thought in Wei WuXian's mind was, he could be like anyone, yet he just so happened to have taken over his uncle Jiang Cheng. They even like to stab the same places.

'You’re really great. I like you. Or in other words, I fancy you, I love you, I want you, I can’t leave you, I whatever you. I want to night-hunt with you for the rest of my life.'

'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.'

He repeated over and over again the words Wei WuXian said to him, his voice and his body trembling at the same time. Wei WuXian was almost under the illusion that he was about to cry.

Wei WuXian spoke calmly, 'Now I understand.'
He had known from the start that no matter what he said, nobody would listen to him. What he denied could be forced; what he admitted could be twisted.

'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.

A voice inside of him said, If he catches me, I’ll…
At this point where he thought 'I'll', Wei WuXian let go.

Wei WuXian rolled with laughter, 'What are you so embarrassed for? When humans feel pain or fear, they’d be scared, they’d want someone to help them, they’d want to scream and shout and cry—isn’t that what makes us human?'