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I Want Justice

Wei Ying shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his mind whirling with confusion and frustration. He had spent so many years with no answers, just vague stories about his parents' deaths. Now, Wanji's calm, almost dismissive demeanor was infuriating. How could he be so collected when Wei Ying's whole world seemed to be unraveling?

He glanced at Wanji again, only to quickly look away. Wanji sat at the edge of the bed, his inner shirt clinging to his skin, the light of the room casting soft shadows over his figure. The room was quiet except for the faint sound of his breathing. Wei Ying couldn't help but feel his heart race at the sight of him. Annoyed at himself.

Clearing his throat, Wei Ying straightened up and spoke, his voice dry and accusatory. "You told your sister to come and threaten me, didn't you? Just because I'm a lycan? She said if I didn't come here, she'd tell on me." His eyes flashed with irritation as he waited for Wanji to confirm his suspicions.

Wanji, however, remained calm. He looked at Wei Ying with sincere eyes and shook his head slightly. "Wait, what?" he responded, his tone low but firm. "Ayana would never do that. I didn't tell her anything." He paused for a moment before adding, "She saw us, Wei Ying. That's all." I didn't tell my parents I was attacked because of you. I didn't want to drag you into this, and since I stayed silent, Ayana did too. Honestly, I was shocked you're a lycan. We all thought your kind was wiped out ages ago.

Wei Ying's mind raced, trying to process Wanji's words. He had come here, half-convinced that Wanji had set him up, but now he wasn't so sure. "So, you're telling me your sister just took it upon herself to confront me?" His voice was softer now, though still laced with doubt.

Wanji nodded. "She wouldn't have done it to threaten you. She probably thought she was helping."

Wei Ying wanted to argue, but the sincerity in Wanji's voice made him pause. Ayana, while forceful, had never seemed malicious. His thoughts spiraled, but a part of him began to wonder if Wanji was telling the truth.

Wanji's gaze remained steady, watching him. "I didn't want you to feel like you had no choice," he said quietly. "I wouldn't do that to you."

Wei Ying bit his lip, conflicted. "I just want to know the truth," he whispered.

A soft smile played on Wanji's lips as he fiddled with his nails. The peaceful afternoon seemed to envelop him, and the sight was enough to make Wei Ying's heart skip a beat. Yet, the humor behind Wanji's grin puzzled him.

"What's so funny?" Wei Ying asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

Wanji looked up, the warmth in his smile still evident. "I thought you said you just want to know the truth, that's why you want to see me."

"Yes, and how is that funny?" Wei Ying pressed, confusion clouding his expression.

"I thought you came to know how—" Wanji began, but Wei Ying cut him off, frustration bubbling to the surface.

His eyes turned cold, betraying the turmoil within. "I didn't come here because I wanted to," he snapped, his voice edged with irritation. "I came because your sister promised to tell me who killed my parents."

The air grew tense, the joy of the moment shattering like glass. Wanji's smile faltered, fading away like the last rays of sunlight. "Oh," he whispered, understanding the weight of Wei Ying's pain. The carefree moment vanished, leaving behind a chasm of sadness"Ayana does not remember?" he asked calmly. "Lan Xichen and Mother won't tell her.

He looked at Wanji, who sat at the edge of the bed with the quilt covering his lower half, his posture relaxed but his expression hard to read. Wei Ying's frustration surged again.