[ It’s honestly bizarre to meet someone who doesn’t just know. Wei Wuxian was practically mythological, back home, and knowing Jin Ling meant knowing the tragedy he was near born with. The pity was instant.
He opened his mouth, about to snap that of course they didn’t, since Wei Wuxian killed his parents, but then everything that had happened to him in the days leading up to his arrival here twisted in his gut. He turned back around, unwilling to let a stranger see the anger and conflict in his face. ]
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He opened his mouth, about to snap that of course they didn’t, since Wei Wuxian killed his parents, but then everything that had happened to him in the days leading up to his arrival here twisted in his gut. He turned back around, unwilling to let a stranger see the anger and conflict in his face. ]
... he’s the worst there ever was.
[ And yet a part of Jin Ling loved him, still. ]