Beyond Death

EP 8

Lan Wangji lowered her feather-like eyelashes, covered her eyes, and thought: How much Jiang Liu's words could be believed, but what happened between Wei Wuxian and me during the Shooting-Sun war in his words was almost true. If he didn't see in person, it seemed impossible to know my mind from other channels. But if he was deliberately deceiving, why mention Wei Wuxian's manuscript, because it was easy to know whether it was true or not.

Jiang Liu calmly took out a black lacquer box from sleeve, placed it on the stone beside, and opened it immediately. There was a thick stack of manuscripts inside. Jiang Liu said to Lan Wangji, "HanGuang Jun, please take a look. Is it the work of Young Master Wei?"

Lan Wangji asked: "Why do you show it to me?"

Jiang Liu said, "I said I want to ask your help. HanGuang Jun, this is what I said: Please keep Young Master Wei's faculty for me."

Lan Wangji said: "What do you mean?"

Jiang Liu sighed: "Because I am going to do something, I may not be able to survive. Keeping Young Master Wei's things, only Han Guang can be trusted." When he said, his voice showed deep fatigue. As if he would disappear immediately.

Lan Wangji suppressed his sympathy feeling, and asked, "Since you treat Wei Ying...that way," he still couldn't say it, he paused, and said, "Why didn't you stay with him when he was in the Mass Grave?"

Jiang Liu smiled miserably: "I did want to, but Young Master Wei insisted on not letting me go. No matter how I begged him, he insisted on letting me leave. I thought that he had anticipated what happened later, and he didn't want me to follow."

Lan Wangji was silent, according to Wei Wuxian's temperament, if he had known to be about to die, he would definitely not have innocent people with him. However, if Jiang Liu was so affectionate towards Wei Wuxian as he said, how could he not stay by his side? There were many doubts about this person, but even if he asked more, there was no answer.

Lan Wangji stepped forward towards Jiang Liu, ready to take a look at the manuscript. Jiang Liu did not get up, raised his hand to pick up the stack of manuscripts, and handed it to Lan Wangji, but his eyes were staring at Lan Wangji's face, and he said: "After HanGuang Jun look, and then you will know that I didn't Lie to you."

The thick stack of manuscripts was two to three hundred pages, and at first glance, it was composed of a variety of papers of different textures and sizes. Lan Wangji reached out and took it, turning a few pages, they were densely written, sometimes with sketches.

In the moonlight, the handwriting was dancing like dragons and phoenixes, scribbled and individual. It was not clear what was written, but at first glance, it was Wei Wuxian's handwriting.

Although many years have passed since he copied family rules in Yunshen library, Wei Wuxian's writing was still the same as before.

The scribbled and frivolous handwriting that he desperately wanted to forget years ago, like the happy laughter that could never be shut off outside the library, had been deeply rooted in his heart. When he wanted to keep something, he suddenly realized that apart from the two dried flowers, he couldn't find any relics from that person anymore, which could prove to himself that he once existed. Not even a page of paper or a painting was left, let alone a piece of flesh and blood, a trace of remnant soul.

Lan Wangji's fingertips gently rubbed the dim ink twice, and then twice before handing the manuscript back to Jiang Liu's hand.

Jiang Liu asked, "Do you recognize, Hanguang Jun?" Seeing Lan Wangji nodded, Jiang Liu put the manuscript back into the box, closed the lid, and together with the box, held both hands to Lan Wangji's chest: "Then please accept, Hanguang Jun." All the smiles on his face were concealed, solemnly, as if he had directly entrusted his life to Lan Wangji.