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[ But everything in his life comes back to Wei Wuxian somehow, doesn't it? He can't tell him anything that happened recently, that much is obvious.

What kind of man do you want to be? he asks, and Jin Ling feels his heart constrict.

He finally pulls back out of the hug despite not wanting to, lifting his sleeve to run it over his face and dry the tears that still waited there.

Then he looks at the floor and mumbles: ]

I only ever wanted to live up to you.

[ He lets that hang for a second before it makes him so uncomfortable that his skin starts to crawl. One admittance too much. ]

So it doesn't matter. Isn't it easier to just start new?