I'll Fix Everything | Wangxian

Chapter one

Wei Ying smiled sadly, looking up at the perfect Twin Jade with pity, ethereal no matter how many tears ran down his face as he tried to pull Wei Ying from death.

"Lan Zhan..." He whispered, feeling so dead inside, hopeless, worthless, useless. He was done. He was more than done. He was ready to go now.

Wei Ying sobbed softly, "Let me go..."

Lan Zhan shook his head adamantly. He'd die before he even considered loosening his grip and he'd die if it slipped, even as his arm screamed in agony, his resolve held tight.

Jaw clenched, "No!" Lan Wangji cried hoarsely, his bleeding arm becoming numb as time progressed.

Wei Ying closed his eyes, letting Lan Zhan try even as his body crumbled, just waiting for a moment to rip his hand away but it seems, he didn't have to wait.

Footsteps lured him to open his eyes again, and he was met with a sight he would never forget. The sight felt like pure heartbreak as if he hadn't suffered it enough for his few lifetimes, it felt like he was done, it felt like justice. He gulped, "Jiang Cheng..." Staring into his brother's eyes, hatred reflecting back, he spared himself some mercy in his final moments, sniffed and sealed his sights shut.

Jiang Cheng raised his sword, "Wei Wuxian!" He screeched, "Go to hell!"

And then the blade swung down.

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"Wei Wuxian!"

Wei Ying blinked, opening his eyes to be met with countless stares, confused stares, and the intoxicating scent of sandalwood.

He frowned, looking around, the view made his heart drop and pound, slamming in his ribcage wondering how on Earth this was possible.

He was back in Gusu, back in the lecture halls, in his fifteen-year-old body. Lan Qiren glared, "How rude! To fall asleep in my lessons!" He screeched, but Wei Ying wasn't listening, numb to every other sound but his pounding, broken heart which filled his ears and throat.

Wei Ying looked around, meeting the eyes of Jiang Cheng, no-longer showing hatred but confusion, anger, and maybe concern. Wei Ying gulped, swallowing tears, his eyes moved over to Yanli who was whispering his name.

I'm sorry, Wei Ying thought, that's all he could do, I'm sorry Shije I'm sorry...

Wei Ying continued to look around, meeting the eyes of everyone who suffered from his choices, Jin Zixuan, the sight making him flinch. The last time he saw him, it was when Wen Ning punched a gaping hole through his chest.

Speaking of the boy, Wei Ying noticed him next and very nearly wept, only barely holding back looking at his living features, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!

Lan Qiren continued to yell at him, trying to get his attention as he looked to Wen Qing, finding himself wanting to run to her for her tough-loving embrace. His lips quivered slightly, and finally, he turned to Lan Zhan.

Oh... Lan Zhan... He thought sadly, this was years before he had tainted Lan Zhan's perfect reputation by being associated with him, before he dragged him into battle against all clans. Wei Ying sighed.

All these people, he hurt. All these people, besides Jiang Cheng and Lan Zhan, died at his own hand, directly or indirectly. Plus, Madam Yu' and Jiang Fengman, and the remains of the Wen.

So many people died... because of me...

Wei Ying gulped, still deaf to the people calling his name, his eyes found the final being he hurt.