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Wei Wuxian is so pretty I'm gonna cry
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Yanli cried as she made Lotus Rib Soup for her only remaining family member who was sobbing at the table, his head down on his arms, his hair knotty and sprawled in all directions.
Sniffing, Yanli carried the basket to Jiang Cheng, "A-Cheng..." She whimpered, setting down a bowl and filling it with soup, her hands shook, "A-Cheng... please eat..." She begged.
Jiang Cheng sobbed, shaking his head, "I don't want to eat, A-Jie... I won't eat until he comes back!" He wailed, his shoulders jumping.
Yanli gasped, her own wails threatening to burst free, "A-Cheng... he isn't coming back..." She whispered, covering her mouth for a moment when bile threatened her, "For A-Jie... please eat..." She whimpered.
Jiang Cheng couldn't refuse that, sighing, he sat up, continuing to cry into his bowl of Lotus Rib Soup.
That night, Yanli screamed her throat sore into her pillow, wailing in agony until she wept herself to sleep.
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Yanli sighed, walking absentmindedly around Lotus Pier in the darkness of the night.
She felt numb. That's all she felt. Numb.
Her little brother, Wei Ying, was gone, he died suffering, he died a painful... painful death, he died for them all.
She never thought that saying good luck to him, before watching him leave would be the last chance she ever got to speak to him.
Sure, Wei Ying would leave, but he always came back at the end of the day.
He wasn't coming back this time.
Whimpering, Yanli sighed, her tearful eyes bathing in the starry, clear sky, the water around her rippling calmly with the night's cool breeze.
She shook her head, returning to her room she decided to just sleep, sleep so she wouldn't have to feel anymore.
Closing the doors behind her, Yanli turned to go to bed, only to gasp in shock when she saw a familiar face snuggled beneath the covers, "Shije..." Wei Ying whined, sniffing, "Xianxian had a bad dream..."
Her heart softened, never able to deny that cute pout.
Even if this was a dream, Yanli cried, running to Wei Ying she laid down and brought him into her arms, pushing his delicate face into her neck as she stroked his hair, "W-What was your bad dream Xianxian?" She asked, sniffing and crying as silently as she could into his silky locks.
