When Lan Wangji returned to the mass grave again, the enchantment had been removed. He asked the workers and knew that Wei Wuxian had gone out for night hunting. After asking them about the location of the kitchen, he got in and didn't come out
...
It was already dark, and the workers returned home one after another. Wei Wuxian held a jar of wine and walked into the mass grave while drinking. What he saw was darkness. He was used to it, and he never expected someone to light a lamp for him, waiting for him to go home...
The further he went in, the colder he felt, and he couldn't help wrapping his cloak tightly
"Heh, why is this body getting worse day by day?"
He smiled mockingly and looked up, but saw a warm yellow light in the kitchen not far away
"Haven't they gone yet"
Wei Wuxian dragged his exhausted body to the kitchen step by step
"Pop."
The wine jar in his hand fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces
When Wei Wuxian saw the busy white figure, he almost fainted. Before he could think about it, he turned around and left
"Envy -"
A low, cold voice came from behind, Wei Wuxian felt that the man was approaching him, and ran faster and faster
"Envy"
In the end, he was extremely tired and failed to run past the chasing people. His back was warm, and the faint smell of sandalwood hit him. He was hugged tightly from behind
"You let me go, I said I'm not some bull* envy, let go... you let go"
Wei Wuxian's voice was hoarse, and he punched and kicked in that person's arms, but that person's hands were getting tighter and tighter, and heavy breathing sprayed on his neck
"Don't make trouble, you are my envy, I can smell you"
Wei Wuxian's body froze, and he suddenly quieted down
He had no energy, he was tired, he was really tired. His body was getting heavier and heavier recently. After many night hunts, he almost fell asleep because of his tiredness...
Lan Wangji also saw that something was wrong with him
"Xian Xian, come back to Gusu with me, your souls and Wei Ying are incomplete, he can't stand it soon..."
"Shut up, Wei Ying, Wei Ying, don't mention Wei Ying in front of me, okay? Please, let me go... let me go..."
A burst of dizziness hit, and Wei Wuxian fainted in Lan Wangji's arms before he could finish his words
...
Lan Wangji shook her hands and undid the mask on Wei Wuxian's face
The person under the mask had a fair complexion, his long eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids, his thin lips pressed tightly, and his original round face became thinner and thinner. It was his envy, the envy that he thought about day and night, and forgot to eat and eat for three months...
A tear fell from the corner of Lan Wangji's eye
"Envy..."
Lan Wangji brought hot water, poured it into the big wooden bucket, picked up the unconscious person on the couch, walked into the screen, and at the moment when he untied the belt, he burst into tears again. His original white jade-like skin was covered with large and small scars. Even those weak and boneless little hands were full of thick cocoons. In just three months, he made himself scarred, and Lan Wangji suddenly couldn't breathe
The envy of the child who was spoiled by the master's mother-in-law and the little master's uncle, the innocent envy when they first met at Dafan Mountain, the envy that had to be hugged by himself all day long, was destroyed by himself after all. It was because he didn't protect him well. Not only that, but he also broke his heart, failed to give him a home, and made him homeless instead...
"Get out, get out of here"
Just as Lan Wangji put the person into the barrel, Wei Wuxian suddenly woke up, pulled the towel on the side, wrapped himself tightly, and shouted hysterically at Lan Wangji
He is Wang Xian, he is not Wei Ying, and he is not that bull* envy. He doesn't want to be any of them.
On New Year's Eve, in the snowy dilapidated temple, Xian Xian died long ago
"I'm going out... I'm going out, don't be angry"
Lan Wangji looked at the person in front of him who was trembling slightly because of his anger, and a sweet smell surged from his throat...