Lan Wangji is not sure what just happened, because he's definitely writing checks and Wei Ying had told him he didn't intend to cash any of them. The song he wrote for him. The brand on his chest. The scars on his back. The name of his son, the hundreds of offerings he's made.
He brings Wei Ying a bottle of Emperor's Smile to Jingshi, but what his heart says is, "I thought of you." He reaches into the water to pluck a pilfered lotus pod and carefully pick and peel seeds to offer him, but what he means is, "I'll take care of you." He hands him a chicken and asks if it's acceptable, but what he wants to say instead is "be mine." All those unsaid words falling on deaf ears.
And then, Wei Ying's ear is pressed against his chest, and his traitorous heart beats like it's heralding a battalion of every single little thing that Lan Wangji has ever done instead of saying, "I love you."
His breath gets caught in his throat, but he doesn't push Wei Ying away.
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He brings Wei Ying a bottle of Emperor's Smile to Jingshi, but what his heart says is, "I thought of you." He reaches into the water to pluck a pilfered lotus pod and carefully pick and peel seeds to offer him, but what he means is, "I'll take care of you." He hands him a chicken and asks if it's acceptable, but what he wants to say instead is "be mine." All those unsaid words falling on deaf ears.
And then, Wei Ying's ear is pressed against his chest, and his traitorous heart beats like it's heralding a battalion of every single little thing that Lan Wangji has ever done instead of saying, "I love you."
His breath gets caught in his throat, but he doesn't push Wei Ying away.
"What does it sound like?"