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Lan Wangji did not have many regrets, but foremost among them was never confessing to Wei Ying the extent of his feelings. Now Wei Ying would never know how Lan Wangji's stomach tingled strangely when, during the guest lectures, he saw the boy he had at first considered to be a nuisance; how he had wished to shield him from Wen Chao's abuse during the Wen indoctrination; how he had been ready to sacrifice his life for Wei Ying as they were fighting in the Sunshot Campaign. Wei Ying would never find out the real reason why Lan Wangji had asked him to return to Gusu when he was losing himself to demonic cultivation - not because of their friendship, but because he hated to see the man he loved become someone else altogether. He would never know, because he was dead. Lan Wangji hadn't even had a body to bury, or a soul that he could try to communicate with. There were only memories of a man in red-and-black robes with a smile like the sun. Memories...and fantasies. ✧✧✧ It's the seventh anniversary of Wei Wuxian's death. Lan Wangji indulges. ✧✧✧ Cross-posted on ao3.
your memory is ecstasy
