His first thought, his immediate first thought is a memory. He remembers demanding that Wei Ying tell him the truth, remembers demanding in that inn after they'd found Wei Ying after three months that he tell Lan Wangji what had happened.
He'd thought Wei Ying was being reckless, overconfident. He'd thought Wei Ying had chosen path of demonic cultivation merely because he could.
"How?" he grates out, leaning forward as if he'd been stabbed, stomach turning at the implications, at the way it made so much more sense than anything has up until now. "How? How?"
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He'd thought Wei Ying was being reckless, overconfident. He'd thought Wei Ying had chosen path of demonic cultivation merely because he could.
"How?" he grates out, leaning forward as if he'd been stabbed, stomach turning at the implications, at the way it made so much more sense than anything has up until now. "How? How?"