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Wedding

Once inside, Wangji closed the door behind them. Wei Ying sat on the bed and Wanji removed the robe, revealing Wei Ying's injuries. Blue-purple bruises and red lash marks crisscrossed his back. Wangji's hand hovered over them, a soft glow of healing energy forming at his fingertips.

Wei Ying shook his head. "Don't," he said, his voice firm despite its weariness. "The pain is a reminder of who I am."

"No," Wangji replied, his voice laced with emotion. "Not anymore. You know who you are now."

Ignoring Wei Ying's protests, Wangji began to heal him, the warm light from his fingers easing the worst of the injuries. Wei Ying's muscles slackened slightly, the tension slipping away, though his gaze remained wary.

"I'll make her pay for every pain she's caused you," Wangji vowed, his eyes glossy with unshed tears. His voice trembled with the weight of his emotions.

"No." Wei Ying's voice was steady, his tone resolute. "You will not do anything to her."

"She deserves—"

"She deserves nothing," Wei Ying interrupted. "But I will not let her steal any more of my peace. You must promise me, Wangji. Promise me you'll let it go."

Wanji's jaw tightens as he stares into Wei Ying's weary eyes. "Let it go?" he repeats, voice trembling with emotion. "You ask me to stand by while she crushes your spirit? I can't. I won't."

Wei Ying sighed, his eyes softening as he looked at the man before him. "You're too stubborn, Lan Wanji."

"And you're too forgiving," Wanji countered, his voice low but firm. "If I let this go, what message does it send? That she can continue to harm you without consequence?"

Wei Ying smiled faintly, brushing a strand of hair from Wanji's face. "Not everything needs a battle. Some things... fade with time."

Wanji shook his head. "Not when it's you. Not when you matter this much."

Wei Ying stood from the bed, his movements slow but deliberate. The room, dimly lit, seemed to hold its breath. He made his way toward the door when Wanji's firm voice stopped him.

"Where are you going?" Wanji asked, concern lacing his tone.

Wei Ying turned, his eyes dark with frustration. "What's the point of staying if you won't listen to me?"

Wanji opened his mouth to respond, but Wei Ying closed the space between them. Tracing gentle fingers along Wanji's face, he whispered, "Just let it go. Please." His touch lingered, tender yet heavy with unspoken pain.

Lan Wanji's voice was steady but laced with emotion. "I cannot. Watching you endure this... it tears at me, Wei Ying."

Wei Ying exhales softly, his fingers lingering on Wanji's cheek. "You carry too much for me, Lan Wanji. It's not your burden."

"It is," Wanji insists, his grip firm on Wei Ying's hand. "You are my burden, my choice. Do you not see?"

Wei Ying sighs, letting go of Wanji, and takes a few steps back leaning against the doorframe, his expression unreadable. "You're too kind, Lan Zhan. Too righteous. But this world isn't fair. People like me... learn to survive, not fight." if you will not let it go, I'll walk out now and never look back.

Lan Wangji lowered his head, his heart heavy with the burden of that promise. In the silence that followed, he nodded, though his clenched fists betrayed his struggle.

Wei Ying smiles softly as he pulls Wanji closer, feeling his warmth radiate against his chest. He inhales deeply, the scent soothing him.

Wanji chuckles, his voice gentle. "Can we cuddle?"