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Can you forgive me?

Later that night, Wei Ying found himself standing outside Lan Wangji's house. His heart raced, torn between the desire to see Wangji again and the fear of what might happen if he did. He had no plan, no idea of what he would say. All he knew was that he couldn't keep running from his feelings.

The night air was cool against his skin as he stared up at the building, his mind racing with a thousand different thoughts. What if Wangji didn't want to see him? What if he had moved on? What if it was too late?

But before he could turn around and leave, the gate opened, and there stood Lan Wangji.

Their eyes met, and for a long moment, neither of them said anything. The silence between them was heavy, filled with years of unspoken words and unresolved emotions.

Finally, Wei Ying broke the silence.

"I saw your video," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I just wanted to say I'm sorry too."

Wangji looked at him for a long time before nodding, his expression softening. "It's okay," he replied quietly. "We've both made mistakes."

"Can you forgive me?" Wei Ying asked, his voice trembling, his eyes pleading with Wanji for a response. The tension between them hung in the air, thick with unresolved emotions. Wanji opened his mouth to reply, but before he could utter a word, the sound of screeching tires ripped through the night.

In an instant, a car came crashing into Wanji. The impact sent him flying, his body crumpling to the ground like a broken doll. The scream that followed was piercing, drawing everyone from the house in panic. Wei Ying's heart pounded in his chest as he raced toward Wanji, his feet moving faster than his thoughts.

He dropped to his knees beside Wanji, cradling his limp body. "Wanji, no!" Wei Ying's voice cracked, fear seizing him. He could feel Wanji's shallow breath against his skin, but the sight of his pale face filled him with dread.

"Bring him inside, quickly!" Ayana's voice cut through the chaos. She rushed toward them, her expression stern but composed. Wei Ying didn't hesitate. He scooped Wanji into his arms, struggling with the weight of his friend's unconscious body, and followed Ayana inside the house.

As soon as they were inside, Ayana turned sharply, her eyes narrowing as they locked onto Wei Ying. "What have you done?" she demanded, her voice cold, filled with accusation. Wei Ying flinched under her gaze, his heart heavy with guilt.

"What are you doing here?" Lan Qiren asked furiously, his voice sharp and cutting. He stood beside Ayana, his eyes narrowing in on Wei Ying. Wanji had been doing better, showing signs of recovery, until Wei Ying reappeared in their lives. It was as if their connection was cursed, a magnet for bad luck and misfortune.

Wei Ying lowered his head, his voice barely above a whisper. "I came to apologize."

But Lan Qiren was having none of it. "Your apologies bring nothing but more trouble!" he snapped. The room felt suffocating, filled with the tension between the two men. No one had even thought to check the car or who had been driving it. The crash, and the panic that followed, had shifted everyone's focus entirely onto Wanji.

Ayana, calm but vigilant, hovered over Wanji, carefully checking him. His eyes fluttered open, and he groaned softly, disoriented by the pain and confusion. Slowly, his gaze shifted around the room until it landed on Wei Ying.

"What are you doing here?" Wanji's voice was hoarse, but his words carried the weight of their broken past. His brow furrowed as he tried to make sense of the situation. "What happened to the agreement between us? The restraining order?"

Wei Ying flinched, his heart sinking even lower. He hadn't meant to break the fragile peace between them, but everything had spiraled out of control.

Ayana, sensing the growing confusion in the room, turned to Wanji. "Are you okay? You took quite a hit."