"There is nothing to forgive," answers Wei Wuxian, looking into Lan Zhan's miserable eyes. He reaches forward despite Lan Zhan's grip to touch his cheek, trying to smooth the grimace from his handsome face. "I didn't want anyone to know. And you were right to be fearful. Wielding resentful energy was bearable. Wielding Yin metal was not. If I have regrets about cultivating the way I did, it's not letting that metal go before it was too late."