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“Wei Ying.” No response. Not even the twitch of an eyelid. Just the same dull, vacant stare he’s been wearing since Lan Wangji pulled him away from the carnage at the Nightless City.

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This hurts. I always wondered how this scene from the novel might have gone and have now accepted this as canon.

Empathy, by spoken – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

The candle has burnt itself halfway by the time Song Lan stirs. Wangji has been meditating with his eyes closed and he can feel the weight of the other man’s eyes on him, senses when they slide over to Wei Ying’s sleeping form.

Slowly, gingerly, Song Lan gets to his feet, still favouring the side he had injured, probably in the fight with Wen Ning. Wangji opens his eyes a crack, just in time to see the moonlight glowing through the paper windows catch the edge of Fuxue’s blade.

Source: Empathy, by spoken – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

The night after Xue Yang’s death, Lan Wangji and Song Lan share a moment. I never knew I needed this – it hurts, but it’s also so very beautiful, to see Wangji use his own painful experiences to reach out to a man who’s lost everything.