He looks away, his own heart shattering into tiny pieces. He figures Lan Wangji is crying because this is the version of Wei Wuxian he wants. That in his heart, no one else will do. And that the version he is stuck with right now..isn't good enough. The soul is the same but the one that Lan Wangji loves, died in the burial mounds.
"It's okay Lan Zhan...I can't keep this face for very long but I can let you see it for awhile. You don't have to be sad."
He will never be able to beat the person he used to be...The body that Lan Wangji fell in love with. But there is someone else in the hotel that can fill that need for both of them. And it isn't him. He should have seen that sooner.
He looks back at the other man, at least these old eyes can gaze at him for a little longer. "Don't cry, Lan Zhan. You can still see this face everyday." There is still someone in this hotel that has it.
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"It's okay Lan Zhan...I can't keep this face for very long but I can let you see it for awhile. You don't have to be sad."
He will never be able to beat the person he used to be...The body that Lan Wangji fell in love with. But there is someone else in the hotel that can fill that need for both of them. And it isn't him. He should have seen that sooner.
He looks back at the other man, at least these old eyes can gaze at him for a little longer. "Don't cry, Lan Zhan. You can still see this face everyday." There is still someone in this hotel that has it.