Live Again, Love Anew

Chapter 14- Old Habits Die Hard

Summary

Wei Ying feels his emotions surge. He can't help but fall back into old habits.

Beginning Note

So. The boys have an outburst. The first of many. Enjoy.

There is also now a Spanish Translation by anelhy25 on Wattpad.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/275679272-vive-de-nuevo-ama-de-nuevo

Wei Wuxian

Wei Wuxian ran.

He could feel the tears sliding down his face, even if he remained silent. The adults around him had startled, some tried to offer physical support, and had inched closer, while others just stood there, having never had to console a randomly crying child before. But the one thing all the adults shared, including Lan Xichen, was that they had looked at him with pity.

The one thing that Wei Wuxian hates as much as dogs, is being looked at with pity.

But his siblings- former siblings- had looked at him with concern, not an ounce of pity in sight. Shijie had stepped forward before the adults even had time to process, as if consoling a crying child from a different sect requires no thoughts other than, Is this child okay?

And that simple proof of just how good of a person his Shijie is made Wei Wuxian cry harder.

It had gotten frantic then.

Shijie was a step away. Jiang Cheng's face was scrunched up in worry, looking between Wei Wuxian and his sister. Lan Xichen and Uncle Jiang were a step behind Shijie , but where Shijie was silent, they were whispering an endless stream of words, almost overwhelming with their noise. ( Are you okay? Let me help you. What's wrong? Why are you crying? It's okay. It'sokay. It'sokayIt'sokayIT'SOKAY- ) Uncle and Madam Yu simply just stood there, confused as to why a child is crying, and even more confused about what they're supposed to do.

And then there was Lan Zhan. Maybe it was a testament to how well they knew each other, having lived together for months. Maybe it's because Lan Zhan was a child once who shied away from others, and escape was the natural next step. Maybe it's none of those things, and Lan Zhan is just a good person.

The people around Wei Wuxian were closing in, and Wei Wuxian had no excuses. His mind was blank, with the truth unwillingly settling at the tip of his tongue. He was a second away from blurting his sins when a hand grabbed his arm, hard enough to bruise, and then the world cleared.

He blinks, and suddenly the group of people are a few feet away. He blinks again and suddenly they're halfway down the hall. Another blink. They're around a corner, out of sight. A blink. There's no people around.

No one but Wei Wuxian and the person whose hand is steadily leaving a bruise in the meat of his arm. Hurting, but grounding. Aggressive, but keeping Wei Wuxian calm.

They're on the outskirts of Lotus Pier. They're in a floating pavilion surrounded by swaying reeds as tall as a man. If someone walks by, they'll be invisible. They won't be found unless someone enters the pavilion.

The hand on his arm leaves. His own hand flies up to replace it, squeezing at the bruise when the world starts blurring at the edges. Clarity returns.

It almost feels like his mind is becoming muddled by resentful energy, but he knows that's not the case. He can sense resentful energy for miles and there's not a lick of it in sight. And even if there was, he hasn't touched resentful energy since he got here.