Lan Wangji has a similar thought, that this was proving dangerous and ultimately, the thing that would hurt him most is not pain, it's not dying.

It's what happens to Wei Ying.

It's what happens to Xiongzhang.

He thinks about that as well - Meng Yao is here. He feels suddenly dizzy at the thought, how his private emotions, his memories have all been plucked and dissected one by one. They've made him a facsimile of a paradise: a place he loves, the people he loves, freedom as Wei Ying had said to travel around. To go home every night.

And now, a gift again, to Cultivate.