He still didn't hear clearly what the name was. Blood rushed up to his face. Both his head and the joints of his limbs ached from the heat. The ringing noise within his ears went on and on.
When he woke up again, as Wei WuXian opened his eyes, what he saw was neither the black ceiling of the underground cave nor Lan WangJi's pale yet handsome face, but rather a wooden board. Drawn on the board was a funny series of kissing heads.
These were the sketches that he drew on his own bed at Lotus Pier.
Wei WuXian was lying on his own bed. Jiang YanLi was reading a book, her head tilted downward. Seeing that he woke up, her mild brows immediately lifted, laying her book down, "A-Xian!"
Wei WuXian, "Shijie!"
He managed to get up from his bed. His limbs stopped burning, but they still felt weak. His throat was a bit dry as well. Wei WuXian asked, "I'm back? When did I come out of the cave? Did Uncle Jiang take people to rescue me? Where's Lan Zhan? Where's Jiang Cheng?"
The wooden door opened. Jiang Cheng came in with a white porcelain jar hanging from his hand, his voice harsh, "What are you shouting for?"
After he spoke, he turned to Jiang YanLi, "Sister, the soup that you boiled. I brought it over."
Jiang YanLi took the jar over and ladled the contents inside of it into a bowl. Wei WuXian, "Jiang Cheng, you bastard, come over here!"
Jiang Cheng, "Why would you want me to come over? You wanna kneel down and thank me?"
Wei WuXian, "You got here after an entire seven days-did you want to kill me?!"
Jiang Cheng, "You've been killed? Then who's talking to me right now?"
Wei WuXian, "I'm sure it only takes five days for you to go from Dusk-Creek Mountain to Yunmeng!"
Jiang Cheng, "Are you stupid? You only counted the time to return and not the time to go there? Let alone the fact that after I got there I had to lead people and search through the entire mountain for the old banyan tree, then dig open the hole that got blocked up by Wen Chao and his people, and rescue you within seven days. Where's your gratitude?!"
Thinking about it, Wei WuXian realized that he really did forget to count the time needed to get there. He was rendered speechless, "It seems that this really was the case. But why didn't Lan Zhan remind me?"
Jiang Cheng, "He's annoyed by just the sight of you, and you expect him to catch everything you said?"
Wei WuXian, "You have a point!"
Jiang YanLi had finished with the soup and passed it into his hands. Within the soup were lotus roots and ribs chopped into pieces, both a fleshy pink, surface having already been boiled soft. A rich aroma rose out of the piping hot soup. Wei WuXian hadn't eaten anything for days inside of the cave. He couldn't eat anything too solid too soon, so this was just right. After thanking his shijie, he immediately began to eat, hugging the bowl to him, "Where's Lan Zhan? He's also been saved, hasn't he? Is he here? Or did he go back to his sect in Gusu?"
Jiang Cheng, "What nonsense. It's not like he's from our sect, so why'd he come here? Of course he went back to Gusu."
Wei WuXian, "He went back alone? Over in Gusu, his sect..."
Before he could finish, Jiang FengMian stepped inside. Wei WuXian put down the bowl, "Uncle Jiang!"
Jiang FengMian, "Sitting is fine."
Jiang YanLi passed a handkerchief for Wei WuXian to wipe his mouth, "Is it good?"
Wei WuXian didn't take the handkerchief. Instead, he pouted his mouth with exaggeration, "Yes!"
