Death is a tempting lure. Free of pain. Free of all the whispers that reach his ears, laying doubt and blame on his name that he'd had nothing to do with. And the people he'd given everything for...are all gone. Dead. Long dead, by Lan Zhan's own announcement. Stabbing his heart all over again.

Wei Ying blinks, eyes growing wide when Wangji abruptly opens a bottle and drinks it all. A weird sense of familiarity settles over him and he makes his sore body move, a quiet gasp of dismay...of worry, escaping and reaches to make sure if...when Lan Wangji falls...he'll land on the bed. "Lan Zhan!"