My son? Nian er?
Lan Wangji has many doubts, but no one answers for him
Wei Wuxian turned around and saw the person standing behind him. He didn't show a surprised expression. He just glanced at Lan Wuji lightly and walked down the mountain
"Wei Ying -"
Lan Wangji ran to Wei Wuxian's side in a few steps, bent down and picked him up, and walked steadily on the winding mountain road
He didn't ask him who Nian'er was, nor did he ask him what my son meant. After today's incident, he knew that Wei Ying could speak, but he had a big knot in his heart. If he couldn't solve it, he would probably be so immersed in his own world for the rest of his life, unhappy
"Does it hurt?"
Back in the quiet room, Lan Wangji brought warm water as soon as possible and wiped his hands
His fingertips are already bloody
Lan Wang gave him medicine while gently blowing his fingertips
Wei Wuxian shook his head, retracted his hand, and opened his thin lips slightly, as if he had something to say to Lan Wangji. After a while, he still didn't say anything, and turned his head to look out the window
...
In the dead of night, the hour has long passed, Lan Wangji opened his eyes, got up and walked outside, a message disc flew out from his fingertips
After a while, Lan Xichen came to the quiet room
"Forgot the plane, but what happened to A Xian"
Seeing Wei Wuxian on the bed, Lan Xichen asked in a low voice
"No, brother, I called you here because I hope you can do me a favor"
Lan Wangji put a small bell in Lan Xichen's palm
"Is this Yun Meng's Qingxin Bell? Forget the machine, you gave it to me to..."
Lan Xichen seems to understand something
"Yes, I want to empathize with him and see what happened to Wei Ying in the cave"
"No, you are good at asking spirits, and you know nothing about empathy. If you are careless, you will be taken away by evil spirits."
Lan Xichen hurriedly stopped him, he did not allow his younger brother to take risks
"Brother, I have to do this for Wei Ying"
"Forgot the plane..."
"Brother, please"
...
In the pitch-black cave, Wei Wuxian was tied up and thrown into the corner casually. Even his mouth was tightly wrapped with a piece of cloth
: Lan Zhan, I can't wait for you
He slumped to the ground, soaked in stagnant water, the wound turned white
: Lan Zhan, after all, is it still the last time you can't see it?
He half-squinted, watching life pass from his body little by little
"Daddy, wake up"
Just as he was about to lose consciousness, a milky child's voice came into his ears
Who are you?
"I am your son, made of my father's love and obsession with you..."
: It's good that even if I'm gone, someone can accompany him
Wei Wuxian's eyes began to slack
: Nian'er, this is your nickname, and leave the words to your father to take it for you. Nian'er, take care of him for me
Lan Zhan, we have a baby...
Wei Wuxian slowly closed his eyes with a quiet smile on his face
"Dad, don't forget Nian'er, Nian'er is content to be a father and your child in this life"
"Daddy, I will come back to you by fate"
"Daddy, I love you"
...
"Pfft."
Lan Wangji woke up in a hurried bell, his internal organs surged, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of him
I see.
Therefore, he felt guilty. He thought that he had killed their child, so he locked his heart up. He was immersed in his own world, repenting, grieving, and no one could tell...
"Forgot the plane..."
"Brother, I'm tired"
Lan Xichen looked at Lan Wangji as if he had asked and would not say it. He could only put the Qingxin bell on the pillow and left the quiet room
"Silly Wei Ying, you don't tell me anything, how long will you blame yourself..."
Lan Wangji stroked Wei Wuxian's face lightly, and the corners of his mouth kept overflowing with blood stains, mixed with tears, from his fair face, unusually dazzling...